Teachers weren’t supposed to play favorites. Especially not in Spelling Bees. But the last two standing were Morgan and Justin, and suddenly, Mrs. Carter had a thought. I could cheat. No one would ever know. After all, Morgan had already won, really. Morgan’s PTA mom was probably waiting outside in her Prius. Morgan had earrings from Tiffany’s. Justin’s t-shirt was dirty. Classmates who weren’t friends with kids like him watched coldly, vaguely disgusted that he’d beaten them all.
“Carburetor. C-A-R-B-E-R-E-T-O-R.” Morgan, fast and confident.
“That is incorrect. Justin?”
A breath. Quietly. “Carburetor. C-A-R-B-U-R-A-T-O-R.”
Mrs. Carter paused.
“Justin, that is…correct.”