Maybe once you’re out of here, it won’t seem that terrible. Maybe you actually love these kids and you’re too close to realize it. ”Gyat!” Her face flushed and her eyes narrowed as she snatched up the pen and straightened, whipping around to face the 12-year-old at the far corner table, smug in his exclamation over the bouncy ass in question. She wouldn’t need a slang cheat sheet in her new life, she reminded herself. Nope. You’re not going to miss them at all. Fuck these kids.
