Holly Winslow heard everything, and the corner of her mouth twitched. 'They're so good at getting the gist of gossip, why can't they do the same for their studies?'
'If they were my students, I'd make them all write out English essays as punishment.'
It slowly dawned on the three boys, and they all glanced over. The one in the white t-shirt scratched his head. "I was wondering why that name sounded so familiar. So, she's *that* Holly Winslow."
Holly Winslow: "..."
'What do you mean, *that* Holly Winslow?'
Then, the boy who had just spoken added in surprise, "She looks way too young. I thought she was only seventeen or eighteen. I can't believe she's in her twenties."
Holly Winslow was floored by the last part of his sentence. "..."
'What do you mean, you can't believe I'm in my twenties?'
'Is being in your twenties that old?'
'Teacher Winslow, calm down. Don't get angry at these little bean sprouts.'
