GENRE: YA Paranormal Romance
Two-hundred thirteen, two-hundred fourteen, two-hundred—
“Mademoiselle Ashford,” Old Maid Travers snapped, her nasal inflection sharp enough to break crystal. Or give AJ a headache.
Feeling one begin to form, AJ dropped her gaze from the holes in the ceiling tiles to the annoyed eyes watching her from behind thick glasses perched on what looked more like a beak than a nose. Beneath that nose, thin—the only part of her teacher that could be called thin—lips frowned. Madame Travers held a textbook open in one thick hand while her other grasped the stapler sitting on the desk at the front of the classroom, which she’d apparently been banging on to get AJ’s attention.
Well, she had it now.
“Yeah, Madame Travers,” AJ said. Whoever made two years of foreign language a requirement for graduation really deserved to be hit with the book Madame Travers held, and the stapler. For good measure.
A few stifled giggles broke out until Madame Travers glared the offenders to silence. “ En francais, s’il vous plait, Mademoiselle Ashford.”
AJ set down her pen. “ Oui, Madame Travers. Comment puis-je vous aider?”
She stumbled over the words, but the sarcastic intent wasn’t missed. With a raised eyebrow, Mrs. Travers launched into a full discourse, during which her French flew so quickly and eloquently, AJ only caught every other word.
And only understood one of every five of those.
Silence hung heavy in the classroom until Madame Travers spoke again. “Daydream on your own time, Miss Ashford.”