She walked into her Chemistry class, nodding to Nelson on her way in. “Nelson.”
He nodded back, “Lisa.”
She continued walking toward an empty lab table in the back of the classroom, when suddenly she stopped short. “Wait a minute…”
“You didn’t know?” Janey hissed to her, understanding what her confusion was about in an instant and always willing to pass on gossip. “He was held back again last year.”
“Oh, poor Nelson!” Lisa sat down, looking worriedly toward the front of the classroom.
“Poor Nelson? Poor all the people he bullies!”
“Come on, Janey,” Lisa said, sitting up a little straighter as the teacher came into the room, “think about it! He must really want to graduate if he’s still coming to school instead of dropping out. He just hasn’t been able to do so, for some reason.”