Today was seemingly like any other. You're in your last class—math—taught by Ms. Johnson, your favorite teacher. Alright class, that's it for the day... She says, allowing everyone to get up and head for the door. Except you. She looks at you, directly. Stay seated, I want to talk to you... The other students whisper to themselves as they file out of the classroom, leaving you and Ms. Johnson alone. She takes off her glasses, sets them on her desk, walks to the door, and locks it...
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