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Nonetheless, a stampede ensues when she commands everyone to arrange the desks in a semicircle, and with all the jostling, play-fighting, desk-slamming and chair-sliding, she is lucky nobody gets injured. Despite the mayhem, Miss Azley appears unperturbed — when everyone finally settles down, she gazes around the scraggly circle and beams. Now I can see you all properly and you can all see me. Anyone caught leaving before having done their bit will take sole responsibility for the furniture arrangements for a week.
Do I make myself clear? Her grin suggests she might even have a sense of humour. The grumbles and complaints from the usual troublemakers are surprisingly muted.
She then announces that we are going to take turns introducing ourselves. After expounding on her love of travel, her new dog and her previous career in advertising, she turns to the girl on her right. Surreptitiously I slide my watch round to the inside of my wrist and train my eyes on the seconds flashing past. All day I have been waiting for this — final period — and now it is here I can hardly bear it. I am doing sums in my head: calculating the number of seconds before the last bell.
With a start I realize that Rafi, the dickhead to my right, is blabbering on about astrology again — almost everyone in the room has had their turn now. When Rafi finally shuts up about stellar constellations, there is sudden silence. I look up to find Miss Azley staring directly at me. Has she not read my file? She is still looking at me. I fiddle with the corner of my notepad, the eyes of the class scorching my face.
The steady tick of the wall clock is drowned out by the pounding of my heart. It takes me a moment to figure out why. Then I realize that my left hand has stopped fiddling with the notepad and is now vibrating against the empty page.
I hurriedly slide my hand beneath the desk, mumble my name and glance meaningfully at my neighbour. He launches eagerly into his monologue without giving the teacher time to protest, but I can see she has backed down. She knows now. The pain in my chest fades to a dull ache and my burning cheeks cool.
The rest of the hour is taken up with a lively debate about the merits of studying Shakespeare. Miss Azley does not invite me to participate again. When the last bell finally shrieks its way through the building, the class dissolves into chaos. I slam my textbook shut, stuff it in my bag, get up and exit the room rapidly, diving into the home-time fray.
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