"Richard, what's your opinion?"
Twenty pairs of eyes fixate on me. I stay quiet, hoping he picks one of the students raising their hand.
"Hands down," he tells them, then hovers over me. "Richard?"
Not able to withstand his arrogant smirk and my classmates' impatient stares, I surrender. "I can't remember anything I read. You happy now?"
"Actually, I am."
"You may have a comprehension problem. Stay after school and I'll help you."
I sit straight, take a deep breath. "Okay, I will."