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Bella wave me over right away. I pass my desk from yesterday and walk toward theirs inthe back corner of the room, setting my stuff down at an empty desk next to Daphne’s.
    My stomach churns a bit and I briefly consider turning back and sitting somewhere else. But that would be way rude at this point.
    â€œWe have the
perfect
plan,” Bella whispers.
    â€œYou know how Wittler has an office back here?” Daphne asks.
    I nod. It’s practically right behind us.
    â€œI saw her carry that silver bottle in there yesterday.”
    I think for a moment. “Yeah. You’re right. She did do that.”
    â€œWell,” Daphne continues, “yesterday when Brad Peters got in trouble she sent him to sit in her office for ten minutes. So
I’m
going to get in trouble during class so she sends me too. And I’ll just go through her drawers while I’m there and see what she’s got.”
    I smile. “Sounds like a good plan.”
    A few minutes later class starts and Mrs. Wittler takes roll. She passes out a pop quiz and we all set to work. Mrs. Wittler walks down the aisle between Daphne and me, and we look at each other and then turn to watch her go in her office. Daphne mouths, “Told you.” A few moments later Mrs. Wittler returns to the front of the room.
    â€œThis is stupid,” Daphne announces, breaking the silence. The whole class turns and stares at her.
    My stomach does a flip. I know this is the plan, for Daphne to get in trouble, but now that it’s happening I’m nervous for her. She sure doesn’t look scared though.
    â€œExcuse me?” Mrs. Wittler says, a look of fury across her face. She pulls her glasses down on her nose so that she can glare at Daphne over the top of them. I’ve often wondered if glasses-wearing adults really need to do this to see or if they do it because they think it fills youths with fear.
    â€œThis quiz. It’s stupid. It’s only the second day of class. How are we supposed to know any of this stuff?”
    Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. This girl is so gutsy. I love it! I’d never ever confront a teacher like this myself, but it’s kind of interesting watching her. Not to mention, her question is extremely valid.
    Mrs. Wittler looks appalled. And not about to address Daphne’s question. “Daphne Mason,” she growls, “pick up your things and go sit in my office. Do not come out until your quiz is complete.”
    The whole class is silent, watching the showdown.
    â€œWhatever,” Daphne says, gathering her things. She winks at Bella and me as she pretends to be mad and stomps to Mrs. Wittler’s office.
    I smile at Bella.
    â€œTori Barnes, do you have something you wish to share?” Mrs. Wittler asks.
    I shake my head.
    â€œThen back to your quiz. Everyone.” Mrs. Wittler gives the room the evil eye and then sits on her stool, taking a long sip from her coffee cup.
    I wait until Mrs. Wittler is looking down at some work on her lab table before I sneak a look at Daphne in the office. Daphne is laughing and rubbing her hands together. She must have found something good.
    â€œWhat?” I mouth to her.
    She holds up her index finger, so I wait. A moment later she peeks into the room to make sure Mrs. Wittler isn’t looking at her and then pulls a giant brown bottle of whiskey from behind her back.
    Bella and I look at each other, gaping. Oh my gosh, the teacher is really freakin’ drinking during class!
    Daphne covers her mouth and her shoulders shake. She darts another look at Mrs. Wittler and then returns to the teacher’s desk and puts the whiskey back where she found it.
    After we turn in the quizzes and Daphne’s punishment ends, she comes back to her seat, slapping hands with Bella and me.
    I like these girls. They’re fun.

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    The last bell rings and I grab my stuff from my locker and head for the school doors.
    â€œLater, Tori,”