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Show for her to walk down the halls at school with her head up instead of having to slink around the school all day long with her chin on her chest. But even given her inhibitions, she certainly wasn't about to yelling to high heaven just to get rid of them. The Study Hall was next to the dining room. It looked like the dining room, with high ceilings and large arched doorways that came to a point at the top. For the first few weeks, until grades came out, no one was required to go to Study Hall. But after the first report period, anyone who had below a B average had to go. For that reason, there were only a sprinkling of girls scattered around the room at long oak tables. A proctor that Kim didn't recognize, sat at a small desk facing the girls. She was an older woman with stiff unruly hair that was mostly grey. The woman had narrow, piercing eyes and thin quivering lips that puckered nervously every three or four minutes like a fish. Kim opened her history book to the first page and began reading. At the end of each page, she glanced up, each time to meet the proctor's steady, penetrating eyes. She who was staring so steadily that Kim feared she was boring holes through at her. This is dumb, thought Kim. I'm sure that lady is 54 |
