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Submitted to Contest #62
Tameka Jones shifted in her chair, dropped her head onto her desk, and promptly dozed off in the middle of Miss Bockman’s lecture on the uncelebrated elements of the periodic table, or something-or-other. She awoke sixty seconds later to a nap-ending AHEM, lifting her head to the glare of her teacher and twenty-nine pairs of eyeballs fixed on her. Sporadic snickers escaped from the other students.“Sleepy, Miss Jones?” snapped Bockman, arms crossed.Tameka stretched, arching her back against her hard plastic seat. “Not so much sleepy,” she sai...
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