Chelsea focus
i was sitting by the window in my chemistry class, feeling like celine dion, all by myself. This was not a feeling i should be having. it was bad and i didnt like it.
Grae was still in the infirmary and zachary...? i had no idea where he was. fuck him tho.
While i was sitting there, in the dreadful slum that i was, the teacher walked in. her body was very thin. i was sure that if she turned to her side, she would disappear.
she had wrinkles for days- like you know that prunes that people sell in thee clearance section? something to that extent.
"quiet everyone!!!" her voice blared like a speaker.
Soon, the class was dead quiet she grinned and walked to her table to fetch a few sets of papers.
"since you guys all FAILED your biology tests-" the whole class groaned at her words.
"SHUT UP!! you all FAILED!" she shouted, grabbing the mark sheet.
"you don't believe me? lemme read out your marks"
"MA'AM YOU CAN'T DO THAT! ITS CONFIDENTIAL!!!"
"shut up brian, you're just saying that cause you know you failed." she scoffed. the rest of the class laughed as brian slumped back into his seat.
"right, let's do this thing" she scrunched her nose and repositioned her glasses onto her nose.
"brian adams?"
"yes ma'am?"
"7 out of 35. you failed."
The whole class roared with laughter.
"patience brown?"
"yes ma'am?"
"9 out of 35. you failed- you? pigeon, why are you laughing?!" the teacher shouted.
"Why are you calling me pigeon ma'am?" derek, a the boy behind me asked.
"you know why, i saw you walk a pigeon on a leash the other day when i went to church. come on, tell your friends?" she encouraged.
The whole class fell onto the ground laughing as he hid his face on the desk.
"SHHHHHHHJJJJTTTTT!!!!"
The whole class quieted down once again.
"pigeon?"
"yes ma'am?"
"4 out of 35. you failed. you should consider walking pigeons for a living. youre excellent at that."
"yes ma'am" he sighed, defeated.
She looked back down onto her list.
"grae? 27 out of 35. well done." the class clapped, even in his absence.
"Chelsea? 27 out of 35 as well well done. for the rest of you, if i didn't read out your marks, just know that they are ranging from 0-5. thank you"
The class groaned as she set the mark sheet back on her desk.
"now, since you guys already failed in life, im.giving you guys a project-"
"no ma'am, not another project im gonna die-"
"dont talk shit with me brian!" she warned sternly.
"everyone take a booklet and pass it to the back please"
Once everyone got a stack of papers,she cleared her voice and began to explain the assignment.
"so.for this assignment, you WILL be required to work in groups two ONLY. can everyone count to two? ooooone twooo. well done." she clapped her hands sarcastically.
"Can you choose who you want too work with?" suzy, one of the girls in the front asked.
"no dear, ill.choose who you would be working with"
"but ma'am, why do you speak so nice to her but you speak to me like an old rag?" Brain asked, shocked.
"because the difference between you and suzy is that she asks things that are actually valid! you should work for parliament. you'd shine there. silly child"
Poor brian.
"Anyway, ill assign you into your groups now since you can all read the assignment on your own."
"Yes" everyone replied in unison.
"umm... lets see here. i need to put the dumb with the dumb.makes it easier to mark that way."
"ma'am you're being so rude!" pigeon cried.
"shut up pigeon!" she said sharply.
The class snickered before becoming silent again.
"right. derek with suzy."
"Carron with michael"
"Pigeon-"
"maam stop calling me pigeon!" the boy whined.
"shut up, this is my class, i'll call you whatever i want, tsk."
"pigeon and you... ill pair you up with chicken."
"now whos chicken ma'am?" derek asked confused.
"that boy next to you? jermaine? hes chicken."
"why am i chicken maam?" the stupidly deep voiced boy asked.
"don't act like you don't know? i know of the livestock you have in your back yard. every time i go to my aunt's house and i sit on the porch, i hear you having a conversation with your chickens. those conversations go deep, i must say.." the teacher shook her head apologetically.
"that's just sad, bro." derek said.
"moving on!!!"
"chelsea, ill pair you with... mhmm, lemme see ah! Jalen!"
what.
i looked at the boy on the other side of the class with wide eyes. i've been doing such a good job ignoring him up until now. he irritates the shit out of me. all he ever wants is for us to get together but i don't want to! his character is revolting and i'm afraid i just might punch him if he even stands 50cm away from me.
"uhm excuse me, ma'am. is it not possible for me to change partners?" i asked, desperately wanting to get out of this situation.
"but why? i don't have a problem with it?"jalen smiled coyly as he made his way to my seat.
"i'm so sorry chelsea, but you have to work with who i assigned you with. it would be unfair if i change you but not anyone else."
i glared up at the boy who had just planted hisbuttox on my desk. on the books on my desk. on the stationery i touch to write in the books that i study out of. he was contaminating my whole area!
oooo i could feel the blood boiling in my body like a kettle. look at him grinning like a fucking mental health patient. i just wanna choke him right now. maybe shoot him, i don't know.
yeah, hopefully when i smother you with my jacket i can make that saying more permanent. just you wait and see boi, i will kill you. soon.
soon.
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okay so i said i was going to update yesterday but - cable theft is a real thing
also, south african teachers are something else honestly... they're literally the rudest people ever but we love them *3*
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