I saw my literature teacher, like, Professor Hayes? she lives kinda far away from our town but she teaches at the big university, you know? Anyway, she was at the coffee shop way out by the highway, the one with the weird hours and not many cars usually— and she was reading this SUPER trashy magazine, like the kind with the gross headlines about celebrities, but she had it INSIDE a REAL book, like one of those thick old ones for school— and I just… I dunno. It’s been stuck in my head all week because she always acts so SMART and important, and it just feels so… weird, you know? Like, what if she saw me there? What if she knows I know? I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do with that information.