Molly Greene

Molly Greene, the epitome of a troubled student. She was failing my class, as well as all her other classes aside from woodshop class from what I've heard from the other teachers.

"Get a work sheet from my desk and get to work." I instructed. "Whatever." She said and got one, sitting back down. Molly was definitely a rebel tomboy with her non dress code shirt, studded leather jacket, nose piercing and wild firey mane of red hair.

"So you wanted to stay after on a Friday or what?" She spoke up after a while of me browsing online with the crappy school wifi with half the sites blocked even from teachers. "I'm sorry? Could you repeat?" I told her. "I said, 'So you wanted to stay after on a Friday or what?' Teachers volunteer for this crap, right?" She asked.

I minimized the tab I was on, so I could give her my full attention. "No, I was actually **** into this today. Mr. Baker was sick today. Now do you have any questions about the packet?" I asked.

"No. But." She started. "No, but what?" I asked