She looked at the mirror one last time. The girl staring back was still wearing the schoolgirl mask. But behind it, Melody saw the flicker again. Only now, it wasn’t a question.
Not notes. Not homework.
When she finally looked up, Sasha was standing there, holding a bag of chips. melody marks schoolgirl
Mr. Hanley was discussing Jane Eyre , his voice droning on about passion versus restraint. Melody had read the novel three times. She knew every word of Jane’s fierce speech to Rochester. And as Mr. Hanley asked, “What does Jane mean when she says, ‘I am no bird; and no net ensnares me’?” She looked at the mirror one last time
“Thought I’d find you here,” Sasha said, sitting down without asking. “You okay?” Only now, it wasn’t a question
The room held its breath. Melody’s cheeks flushed crimson. She had never spoken so boldly. Mr. Hanley’s mouth opened, then closed. Finally, he nodded.
Sasha crunched a chip. “Good. The old you was boring as hell.”