The nun’s glasses had again slipped down her nose. A group of tittering students called attention to it as she overheard one remark; “Sister’s looking down her nose like she thinks she’s better than us.”

Sister Maureen stepped away from the cheeky teen girls.

“Little twits”, she thought. “I AM better than you – if my father had not decided I had a heavenly calling I’d be married now and living in luxury. Instead I must witness your unseemly giggles and snide comments daily.”

Maureen sighed, adjusted her glasses, rang the bell and called the girls back in for afternoon studies.

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New 100 Words post – word for the day is Unseemly. Go check out all of the entries . . . and write one yourself.