THE CAT WITH NO MEOW
“JESSALYN, ARE YOU trying to merge with your chair at the cellular level?” Mrs. Lockwood asked me in her low, croaky voice from the front of the classroom.
Twenty heads turned in my direction, to witness whatever cellular merging was. My plan to disappear during English period today clearly wasn’t working. Even so, I sank deeper in my seat.
“You’re after Esha,” Mrs. Lockwood informed me.
Within seconds, Esha was standing at the front of the class with her poster turned backward. She seemed to be looking forward to her presentation, which didn’t surprise me considering how much Esha liked to talk.
Me, I’d been dreading this assignment ever since Mrs. Lockwood said we needed to share something no one else in the sixth grade knew about us. I’d never given a presentation in front of a class before. Up until this year, I’d been homeschooled by my
