It would be a typical day for me and my best friends. We would go shopping and sightseeing, when there was nothing better to do. We would usually go riding our bikes also like the “cool kids.” And we always have after school plans already thought about. So, it didn’t surprise me when Gina asked me, “How about we go see that new horror movie at the cinema tonight? I heard it’s totally gruesome.” It also didn’t shock me that she asked to see a new horror movie. Gina is a horror adrenaline junkie.
“Um, what’s it about again?” I asked her.
“Some teens get chased and killed by some killer.” she told me.
“Oh, so the usual?”
“No silly. The movie is--”
“I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t talk in my class Ms. Roberts.”
“Sorry Miss Jolia.”
Miss Jolia, who also has the world’s most stupidest name, is our English and my homeroom teacher. She has this big ole hairy mole that, rumors have it, say watches you. Like, it lives basically. To me, it’s just another ugly bump on her face.
“So class. Today we will have our quiz and do some review work. Any complaints?”
That’s another thing I don’t like about her. She hates (really hates) if a student complains. I heard bad things happen to those kids who did complain. We know better.
So, while I was actually doing the work unlike some other kids in my class, I swear I heard someone call my name. I looked around to see who it was, in case it was something important. Nothing. I went back to doing the stupid quiz and I heard my name being called again. It sounded like it was coming from the back of class. I turned around and I knew I should have known that Chaz was calling my name. Just so you know, Chaz is a guy and one of my oldest friends. He’s probably the only one who knows much more about me than anyone else.
“Ms. Peters, do I suspect you cheating?” said Miss Jolia.
I turned my head forward slowly (since I know I’m guilty) and kindly tell her, “I believe you are mistaken Miss Jolia. I would never cheat in my life, so far, at least.”
“Then why don’t you keep your head forward so I won’t think you are cheating.”
“Ok,” I tell her.
She went back to her desk and someone had passed me a note.
Way to handle that. Very professional.
-C
I swear Chaz is such a loser.
I know. I am such a expert. Talk about it at lunch?
By the time I finished writing my response to his note and the quiz, the bell had rung.
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