Chapter 11

• Arabella Rivera
• Gwen placed her elbow on the desk and rest her chin on her open palm while releasing a sigh. "I would so do Mr. Boyd if he'd just asked. I mean look at that sad, miserable, saggy balls old man with the temper of a bulldog. I'm telling you, he'd be a good lay."
• Mr. Boyd was one of those teachers that always woke up on the wrong side of the bed on mornings. His face has always illustrated a man of annoyance who scorned at any moving figure whether animal or not. The only indication that the man ever smiled in his life were the laugh lines infixed on his round face.