Chapter 3
Now that he was here, Charlie was regretting listening to her. Why hadn’t he just taken the damn test first to see if he even needed the class? He knew the answer, of course—school had never been easy for him. He would need all the help he could get. He’d dreaded taking tests. No matter how much he’d studied, the minute the room was quiet and he’d started on a test, his mind blanked. Nothing.It usually took about half the class time just to clear the fog in his brain before he could begin. Which meant he never finished a test on time.
“How old are you?”
The question from a guy near the front piqued Charlie’s interest and he smiled a little at the chuckles that passed through the room. Clearly he wasn’t the only one to think this guy was way too young to teach.