Lee’s foot tapped the metal leg of his desk as Mrs. Hughes walked up and down each aisle checking on their homework assignments. He crossed and uncrossed his hands as she drew near. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck.
One of the girls to his right giggled. Is she laughing at me? Does she know?
He glanced at the clock. Still twenty minutes to go. Then Mrs. Hughes was standing next to him.
“Where’s your homework, Lee?”
“Uh, there was homework?” He tried to smile, but he wilted under her glare.
A quick pen stroke was her answer.