C11 Eleven

"Ms. Blake...Lauren."

"Yes?" I snapped out of my zoned out state. Immediately, I felt several pairs of eyes directed at me.

"What type of narrator do we have in this story?" Mr. Fields stood at the front of the room with a smug smile on his face, assuming I wouldn't know.

I smirked and leaned back in my chair at ease, causing his eyes to narrow. "That would be an unreliable narrator