Chapter 11

"Ms. Blake... Lauren."

"Yes?" I snapped out of my zoned out state. Immediately, I felt several pairs of eyes directed at me.

"What type of narrator do we have in this story?" Mr. Fields stood at the front of the room with a smug smile on his face, assuming I wouldn't know.

I smirked and leaned back in my chair at ease, causing his eyes to narrow. "That would be an unreliable narrator."

He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded, not very enthusiastically....