He sneaked in and sat at the back. Nobody would notice he was late.
"Good of you to join us, Kendall," the teacher's voice boomed.
How did he know? The door had been open and he'd tiptoed in. The teacher's back was turned and he was busy writing something unintelligible on the blackboard.
"I know, Kendall, because I know everything."
What?
"You heard me Kendall."
Fucking hell!
"I will not tolerate that kind of language."
The teacher span around and launched the piece of chalk he had in his hand at Kendall, hitting him squarely in the middle of the forehead.
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