"Gotcha!!" The outburst came from somewhere in the back of the room, followed by hushed protests. It was reading hour and the kids should have been silently reading their books (or at least pretending to). Jennifer didn't have to lift her eyes from her own book to know who the culprit was.
Leslie. It was always Leslie.
Taking a deep breath and summoning all her patience, Jennifer marched across the classroom. She stopped by the last desk in the row and once again questioned the wisdom in moving Leslie to the back. But it was a lose-lose situation. If she placed her in the front, she[...]