"As usual," he said, tapping his fingers on the desk. "Winslow forgets her assignment," "Sir, I-" "You do not owe me an explanation. I'm not willing to hear you out," he said, grimly and looked up at the class. "Take your books out," I sat down, wondering if I should apologize or just sit and hold on tight. "Anyone else, who has the audacity to show up here without their completed assignments?" Mr. Decarlo looked at the class, raising an eyebrow. The class fell silent. Dead silent. Mr. Decarlo scanned our faces. Every single one. After moving his eyes from one to another continuously, he stopped at Simon. "Simon, my boy!" he said. Simon, who was slouching lazily, shot up straight. Walking upto him, Mr. Decarlo slammed his hand on Simon's back, and wrapped his fingers around the back of his neck. "So are we all done with the project, boy?" "Sir, I-," He stammered. "You what?" "I couldn't complete it, sir," He sighed. "Get up, kid," He stood up, his head tilted downwards. "S
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