The Mezunian

I. Nasrin couldn’t be surprised for a second when she heard Sir Balsa call her to his desk after the period-ending bell rang. She was used to having her ears prodded with hot words ’cause she was stupid & lazy—as if that were her fault. But she knew ’twas no use evading punishment, so she […]

I. Nasrin Mohsen knew people were having fun outside her window, but she didn’t care. She didn’t need their fun—nope. She was having her own fun sitting on her bed. ’Sides, she had an idea: she’d been thinking for a while now that since she was a loser, she might want to actually develop skills […]