“Hello, Abigail,” Mr. Caruthers said when I opened the classroom door.
I blinked twice.
“Mr. Caruthers?” I was surprised to see my teacher sitting at his desk. Our teacher was always late to class on Mondays. And he usually sat on his desk, never behind it.
I popped my head back into the hallway. The sign on the door read ROOM 305.
There was no mistake. I was...