Save ourselves- One Direction

Avery

Actually, I wasn't someone who necessarily looked for a fight, I always tried to find a peaceful solution. However, I had no problem standing up for myself or others. Since Hempton seemed to be in charge here, I knew that a confrontation wouldn't have ended well for me. But I had chosen to remain silent. Who cared why I was here? It was nobody's business if I had set fire to a house, murdered my neighbour's cat or beaten someone up with a baseball bat. And to answer your question right away: No, I didn't do any of those things.

The fact that he cut off my lunch was obviously a show of force. Even though it annoyed me, I didn't care. If he thought he could break me like that, he was wrong. Hempton himself reminded me a little of Mr. Peters. But more in nature than in appearance. If Mr. Peters was more pleasant than this Hempton was, I would probably find out very soon. Speaking of Mr. Peters, there was another thing....

Remember when I said that carrying out Mr. Peters' request was one of my last mistakes? Well I'll tell you why now. Of course, we were all glad to be free of him for at least an hour.

Therefore, on Friday, we all went home an hour early. And on the following Monday we received the consequences. The headmistress of our school called us all to the secretary's office and asked us what we were thinking of skipping Mr. Peters' lessons. And he stood by with his best acted upset expression on his face. The fine gentleman had played us all the way and we had fallen for it. If looks can kill, Mr Peters would have just died a great many gruesome deaths. At that moment I seriously questioned his job as a teacher. If he took such pleasure in dragging other people through the mud, there were usually better jobs for it. Politics, for example.

"Who is responsible for this?" our principaI asked.

Everyone was silent. That was the good thing about our class. No one was going to rat on the others. That was an unwritten law in our class.

"Well, I appreciate the solidarity between you, but if no one here pleads guilty, there will be consequences for all of you," she promised us.

Still no one said anything. I didn't even think of saying anything either. Why should I admit to something I hadn't done?

"All right, then. Then I have no choice: Detention for all of you. And it will be this Friday after the last class."

A groan went through our class and an angry murmur.

"Hey, I don't want to hear anything from you. You missed an hour of school and you're going to make it up now. You brought this on yourselves," she immediately interrupted our muttering impatiently.

Mr. Peters grinned at us mockingly behind her back. Asshole!

But he added one more thing.

"Mrs. Walsh, if I might make a suggestion: We could write the exam for maths in the lesson where they have detention. Then the rest of the exams won't be quite so tightly timed for them," he slurred.

Mrs Walsh looked at him in surprise.

"Oh, hadn't you already written their exam with this class? Because I'm very sure you only handed it in to me the other day," she then explained.

We immediately voiced our agreement, since it was true. Mr Peters looked as if he had bitten into a lemon. And it was our turn to sneer at him. As inconspicuously as possible, of course.

"Well, how about a little Learning Control then? That never hurts," he objected, smiling cautiously.

Some people are still making stupid suggestions when their lives are in danger. Congratulations, Mr. Peters, the award for "Most Hated Person in the Whole School", goes to you. Normally this award is also used to cruelly torture the winner with it and then beat him to death.