“Bailey, Virginia. First Row. Third Seat. Barker, Tricia. First row. Fourth seat.”
Tricia silently groaned as she moved to her assigned seat. So this year wasn’t going to be much different, she mused. It was only third period, and this was the second class in which she was forced to sit behind Virginia Bailey. Why did teachers have to have such predictable seating charts?
As luck would have it, Virginia’s ally, John Castro, drew the seat right next to Tricia. No sooner had John taken his seat than the two started their incessant gossiping.
Memories of last year came flooding back. For four periods, Tricia had listened to Virginia’s threats and questionable exploits. Tricia looked at her furtively. Virginia was pretty with her long blonde hair, clear blue eyes, and soft complexion. Bur her pent-up anger was predominant.