I looked up from my laptop. “Like strict?”
She shook her head. “No. It feels… almost personal.”
That word hit me in a way I couldn’t explain.
“She’s really hard on me.”
Lizzie slid into the chair across from me, looking sad. “She makes comments about my clothes. She said if I spent less time picking outfits and more time studying, I’d excel. And she said my hair was distracting.”
“That’s not okay.”
“It’s always loud enough for everyone to hear,” Lizzie added, looking down. “And then some kids laugh.”
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