Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

Two hours and forty-seven pages later I’m still twenty pages from
being done with my reading assignment.
I can’t face another page of Animal Farm without a break, so
I head to Damian’s office to check e-mail. He’s there, bent over a
stack of papers. It’s a really big stack and I wonder if he has to get
through the whole thing tonight.
He sure seems to be busy all the time.
I’m not sure if I should interrupt, so I hover in the doorway. He
looks up and smiles.
“Good evening, Phoebe.” He pushes his papers aside and smiles
at me. “How is the homework coming?”
“All done,” I say cheerfully.
Okay, so I still need to read another twenty pages of Animal Farm
and choose a painting from the Art History book to study for the
semester, but everything else is finished.
“Please,” he says, gesturing to the computer, “feel free to check your
e-mail. But be sure and leave enough time to finish your reading.”
How did he know? Either I’m that transparent or he can read
minds.
“I don’t read minds so much as I read emotion,” he says. “I sensed
your guilt over lying to me.”
“I wasn’t ly—”
“You were stretching the truth.” He gave me a disapproving principal
look.
“Fine,” I relent. “I’m almost done.”
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