Mr. Davison reached over Leo’s shoulder and clicked the mouse. The citation generator remained. Then he clicked the pulsing egg icon in the corner.
And somewhere, in the deep recesses of the school’s server, Gary the IT guy would find a strange traffic spike to a citation generator. He would sigh. He would block it. shell shockers unblocked for school
Leo could feel the heat of the man’s gaze on the back of his neck. Mr. Davison leaned down, his voice a low gravel. “Leo. What citation style are you using?” Then he clicked the pulsing egg icon in the corner
It was the most alive he had felt all day. He would block it
It started, as these things always do, with a flicker of boredom in third-period history. Mr. Davison was droning about the Treaty of Versailles, and Leo’s eyes had glazed over into that semi-lucid state unique to teenagers trapped in fluorescent lighting. His Chromebook sat open to a blank Google Doc titled “Causes of WWII – Notes.” A perfect lie.