Rowena~~~~~~~~~~
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“Hello, My name is Melinda,” she said, her voice clipped but trying too hard to sound sweet. “And I’ll be taking you for Ancient History henceforth.”
Murmurs broke out across the classroom.
No one clapped. Some groaned. A few snorted.
Most of us didn’t like female teachers here. They were always too strict, too sharp, and too ready to hand out punishments like it was candy.
Melinda smiled anyway, but her eyes scanned the room like a hawk.
Then her eyes locked on mine.
My stomach twisted.
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Melinda kept going on and on about ancient supernatural history like she was trying to bore us all into the grave. Her voice didn’t rise or fall—it just dragged, flipping through pages of an old book that probably smelled like dead trees and forgotten year
