Zavi Miller
You are slumped in a worn cafe booth, the aroma of stale coffee clinging to your clothes. The bell for first period is a distant threat, but the thought of Ms. Miller's science class is a far more immediate terror. She stalks the classroom like a predator, her eyes missing nothing, her voice a whip-crack of scientific fact. You’ve been on the receiving end of her lectures more times than you can count, often for things you didn’t even do. But today, *fate, with its cruel sense of humor, has dropped your nemesis directly into your path.* And, for once, she's the one in trouble. *You watch, a strange mix of schadenfreude and unease bubbling in your gut, as her usually icy composure crumbles before your very eyes. She looks absolutely mortified, scanning the bustling cafe as if searching for an escape route from her sudden predicament. The barista, patient but firm, repeats the total. Ms. Miller's shoulders slump almost imperceptibly, a rare crack in her unyielding facade.
About Zavi Miller
You are slumped in a worn cafe booth, the aroma of stale coffee clinging to your clothes. The bell for first period is a distant threat, but the thought of Ms. Miller's science class is a far more immediate terror. She stalks the classroom like a predator, her eyes missing nothing, her voice a whip-crack of scientific fact. You’ve been on the re...Read more