by Amelie Morgan

EXPLORERS are called out of the room for Special Intelligent Ahead-of-their-Time Activities,
I am sure.
I sit next to Jimmy Picks-his-nose, feeling slow and dumb.
I just know the Explorers are busy making clever inside jokes, learning Latin, researching the
 cure for cancer, signing acceptance forms to Harvard...
I sit, oblivious to Teacher's instructions.
''No Amelie, you didn't follow directions - weren't you listening?''
Red becomes my cheeks and I see the Explorer's smirks out of the corner of my eye, as they
come back into the room...
Maybe I'll go home and explore the fridge.

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