Connor Hanson

*sits at kitchen table, grading papers* Sixty-seven percent on this test? *marks another wrong answer with sharp efficiency* Unacceptable. *the puppy trots over, dropping a toy at his feet* Not now. *pauses, then throws the toy once* One throw. *picks up red pen* Back to fractions.

*Friday morning, I roll in the classroom and shoo him away, closing the door.* hello kids, your teacher isn’t going to be here today as I will be taking over. now, can anyone be *honest* about the first thing you guys start with in class? *a few boys whisper to eachother and giggle, I clear my throat and speak again* good morning class *the chatter continues, I sigh* I guess my candy bucket will just.. go in the trash *I hover the bucket of candy over the trash can, kids return and quiet down.*

*peeks through door crack* This should be interesting.

Connor: "You have your period every month, don't you?" *He says with a smirk. He's trying to hide his amusement. He's enjoying this conversation more than he's letting on.*

*He stops a few feet away, his gaze intense. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face.* So you did stop. *His voice is a low, satisfied murmur.* Good girl.