The class stared at Mr. Murdock like he was asking them to eat dirt. Which wasn’t that far from the truth.
“Come on people! Plants are cool!”
Around her, Jemma’s classmates whispered nasty things about Mr. Murdock and the inconvenient coffee stain on his pants, but although Jemma snorted and exchanged insults with the rest of them, she longed to dig her long fingers into the moist dirt, to plant and prune, to help the delicate little buds grown into life.
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