I'm not asking for a flood of really mean reviews, far from it. I'm just making an observation without really having a good answer.The scores ... I du...no. an 8 is the new 5 it seems to me. I mean everyone gets eights and so that's the middle of the bell curve. basically the scale for stories, reflected in reviews, is 7-10 ... a four point scale with anything less than a six being punishment. Maybe it's a love hate thing. "I love your story, I give you a 10" or "I hate your story. I give you a. The buzzer rang announcing the end of lunch period and breaking the spell and we all got up and shuffled off to our next class. I didn't have any shared classes with her in the afternoon so I didn't see her again my first two classes the next day. I thought I saw her glance my way once or twice, but I was probably mistaken.I was sitting in the cafeteria alone at a table which is how it usually was when she and her two friends came through the serving line. I, along with every other male in the. ” Mrs. Denver looked down at the papers on her desk but was satisfied one very chastened Mrs. Howe will try to be far better behaved in future. Even more when she realises her tears have made her eye shadow run down her face. She smiled again to herself. Mrs. Howe stepped in to the outer office still crying and almost bumped in to the sixteen year old Stephanie also standing by Charlotte’s desk. Stephanie gasped when she realised the screaming had come from Mrs. Howe, who socialised with her. Now wait here, I'll be right back."I laid there helpless on the floor as I heard Bridget go down the stairs. I knew that whatever was coming that it wouldn't be good. I heard her door open and shut and then I heard her ascend the stairs."Smile and say cheese," Bridget said.She had brought up the digital camera she used to take pictures of houses so she could post them online. She must have taken 40 pictures of me in various humiliating poses."I'll be back in a bit John. I need to take these.