Flash Fiction Fun
“Mr. Simms is absent today,” Jodi whispers. “You know the plan.”
I line up with the rest of the students in eighth grade English. We all know what to do—change places and change names. Grinning like a goofy goose, I sit in the third row, not in my assigned seat.
Mrs. Murphy, the gray-haired substitute, sneers at the class from behind the teacher’s desk. She holds the seating chart as she calls the roll. “Andrea.”
“Here,” I say.
She frowns at me. “You’re not Andrea. You’re Cynthia.”
Even I have forgotten my name. “Absent.”
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