Effie heard the crack of the hard slap across her face, almost before she felt it.  It was so intense that she could feel the burning imprint of the hand on her left cheek as Miss Rogers stood in front of her, clearly angry and bellowing at her.<br/><br/>She panted, trying to control her breath and steady her emotions.  She hung her head dejectedly, tears softly running down her face, wishing, and wishing, and wishing she were somewhere else.<br/>