Dramatic Monologue

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“Ahem, Mr. Lopez?” came a feminine voice directly in front of me. I heard her clear her throat loudly, slowly tapping her fingers on my desk. “I hope I'm not interrupting anything important. I'd sure hate to be a bother.” Recognizing that disappointing tone of voice I internally panicked- my disguise had failed. I reluctantly looked up and locked eyes with my 7th grade math teacher, who was staring daggers at me. Before I even had the chance to mutter a half-baked excuse, she quickly reached over my textbook and grabbed the open copy of Harry Potter: Prisoner of Azkaban that I had actually been reading. I sat there in astonishment, wondering how she found me out so quickly. Sitting in the front-left row of my class, I peered over my shoulder

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