Sunsets

Brian

October, Mrs. Ventino, Soccer team

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I run into the classroom running from Colton. We are playing tag. I make chairs fall hoping he will fall over one causing him to trip and I don't get tagged. He finds a way to avoid them.

"Colton and Brian! Come here thisinstant!" Mrs. Ventino says from her desk, spraining her vocal cords. The whole class looks at us, some with shocked faces, others are trying to hold in their laughter, some just don't care and take our their notebook to answer the questions our teacher put on the board for us to answer. We walk over to her silently with our heads down hoping we can get out of trouble that way. "Explain to me," She says causing both of our heads to look up at her face. "What you were doing. You could have killed one another!" She exaggerates that. Yes I could have given Colton a very very serious head injury but I don't think I could have killed him. Isn't that going a bit too far. "I am simply shocked at what just went through your mind. Shocked!" She continues.

I look down, because that's what your supposed to do when a teacher is 'simply shocked' at your behaviour. Look down, pretend to be sorry, and even shed a tear or two.

I haven't been in serious trouble before, but when there is a supply teacher I don't have any hesitation to throw a spit ball, or two. Maybe even put a water bottle on her chair so that when she sits down, it makes a weird farting noise; and that's got me in some trouble here and there, but nothing too serious. Besides it usually impresses the girls.

"Go to your desk, I don't expect this to happen again, correct?" She questions us, leaving us with no choice to say yes. This is a biased question.

We both nod and go to our desks and joining out entire class. Our desks are on opposite sides of the room. We give each other a look of exasperation. Can't adults have some fun? I mean, stop focusing on what could have happened and start focusing on what didn't happen. For example, I didn't injure him. In fact, I wasn't even injured. So naturally, she should just calm down.

I take our the spiral pink graph notebook from my desk and read what's on the board.

Divide and multiply accordingly, draw a picture too help you.

Under that, she put a whole series of questions to do.

1. 2x2 =

I roll my eyes at that. Is this women seriously clueless. Does she not have a degree in teaching. This is an embarrassment on herself. I could not believe a third grade teacher couldn't multiply and divide. Even I could do that, and I'm only nine years old!

I hear whispers between a male and female voice but I don't bother looking up, it's probably just the couple behind me. Xavier and Ariana. They've been together for about a week now. He kissed her on the top of the jungle gym. They never shut up. I am surprised they were even able to handle the past 5 minutes without glancing at each other.

But to my surprise it wasn't, Mrs. Ventino called upon our attention for a very important announcement from Mr. Active, as Colton and I like to call him. When he is on duty outside, he's doing push-ups, sit ups, crunches, planks. All sorts of different exercise things. It also seems to be working. He's super buff and Colton and I are super scared of him. We don't know his real last name, he's new this year.

"Alright, listen up!" Mr. Active has a very manly voice that typically you would hear in the army. "I'll be running the boys soccer team this year! Tryouts for it are tomorrow at eight AM sharp. In the gym, of course. See you then boys!" Mr. Active walks out of the room.