Monday at school was a big day for Jordan. Mr. Johns had promised her he would finish editing her short story by then and give a report about what the thought needed to happen with it before she submitted it to the NPR competition.
When the time came for her second period English class, Jordan nearly sprinted down the stamped concrete hallways past the gymnasium and into her favorite teacher’s room. Behind his desk she looked at him with eyes wide and expectant, “So?”
“You’ll have to wait until after class Ms. Reynolds,” he said.
“What? I’ve been waiting for days Mr. Johns! Can’t you tell me something?”
“Nope.” He smiled widely.
She smiled back. That’s enough.