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Tears fell fast and furiously on the sheet of paper under her nose.Β 
Brushing them away, she peered anxiously at the bottom. The signature and Β remarks were curt and biting.Β 

Lifting her head, she stared at the prim face, seated five rows away. Her tormentor looked back at her sedately for a few seconds.

She wished she knew then what she knew now.

She’d meant it as a harmless joke. One that had backfired!
How was she to know that the new teacher would be so strict when it came to the use of SMS-styled lingo in a Literary essay?

Word count:100


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