This bitch, Her Majesty of the Playground, cornered me by the soccer goalposts away from intervening teachers. Usually, I made great efforts to avoid her. Everywhere she went, a little tribe of sycophants swarmed her heels. She was known for a sharp tongue. Fourth graders are razors. They know exactly where to cut. They leave marks.
Hands on hips, she s…
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