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I was still trying to shake off everything those freshmen had just said when Gigi came charging down the hallway like a tiny, furious, pink storm cloud.
"Noah!" she wailed dramatically, waving a sheet of paper over her head. "Look at this injustice—LOOK AT IT!"
Before I could even get a word out, she slapped the paper against my chest. A giant C- glared back at me, almost as if it was personally offended by her existence.
I winced. "Oof… that's rough."
"Rough?" she echoed, gasping like I'd delivered a deadly blow. "This is a hate crime! Mrs. Williams has it out for me. I swear, she sniffs my essays and just gives me failing grades out of spite! And I poured my heart and soul into this paper. Maybe it's because I'm black! Maybe–"
I had to stifle a laugh; she was being so ridiculously dramatic that I couldn't keep a straight face. She huffed, crossing her arms and glaring at her paper as if it had betrayed her.
Then her eyes fell on the flyer still in my hand.
