The sandwich. The apples. The cookie. Everything.
Mia sobbed quietly: “Mrs. Dalton, please… I’m hungry…”
Then the teacher leaned toward her and whispered harshly:
“YOU DON’T DESERVE TO EAT.”
For a moment, everything inside me went silent.
When she finally saw me — in sweatpants and a hoodie, unshaven — she clearly thought I was nobody.
Instead, I walked slowly toward her.
The look in my eyes made her instinctively take a step back.
Because I wasn’t just planning to get her fired.
I was going to destroy her career.
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