Forlot: A Girl Who Needs Her Space - Book Thirty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Four

I am grateful that Karma and I are in the same classes together because we could not deal with Vicky without each other. Vicky is not in all our classes, but when we are in the same classroom, then heck will break loose.

Vicky is unfortunately in our first class. My best friend and I try to ignore her mainly because we are dazed in the morning, but it is an absolute nightmare when she sits between us.

Karma and I did not like that Karma's enemy had to sit between us. But it was not like that it was Vicky's fault. She is a student like us after all. The award goes to our teacher, who does not know what she is doing at times.

Granted, our teacher is kind and treats her students as individuals. Something that my six brothers can learn. Her name is Mrs. Anderson. And in case that you were wondering, no. Mrs. Anderson is not married. I do not know why she wants us to call her Mrs. instead of Ms., but I do not question it.

This is the town of Forlot. Anything can happen.

After the visit to the nurse's office, Karma and I walked to the classroom. We then halted a few inches from the doorway and held our breaths. We did not want to deal with Vicky this morning, especially after the adventure that we experienced. Karma was disappointed that we did not stay in World War II long, but I promised that we would visit it another day.

"Thank gosh that she is not in here," Karma said as we walked in the classroom. "I would rather be fighting in World War II than with that brain dead moron."

I could not help but giggle. "My gosh. You called Vicky a brain dead moron."

"That is because she is just that. A brain dead moron." We walked to our seats. "At least that I would not be in trouble for taking out my enemies during a war."

"I hear ya, Karma."

We set our books and pens on our desks and sat down. Well, I sat at mine. Karma was at Vicky's and smirked.

"Why are you sitting in Vicky's desk?" I said. "And why are you giving me that creepy grin? I have already had my fair share of creepy today."

"Sorry," she apologized. "It is just that I am eager! And just so you know, I am not sitting in her desk. If I were in her desk, then my legs would be sticking out of it!"

I ran my fingers through my hair. "Why are you eager? 'Cause you were not eager a minute ago."

She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I just thought of a way to get back at Vicky for all the horrible things that she has done to us."

"What is your plan?"

Karma laid back and put her legs up. "We will give her a little scare. The scare of her life."

"Uh, I do not think that the scare of her life qualifies as a little scare." I pointed to her legs. "I also do not think that you should have your legs on the desk."

"Mrs. Anderson is not here yet. I will put my legs down as soon as she is in the classroom."

Not wanting her to get in trouble, I glanced behind me. I did not see Mrs. Anderson. There was no sign of her - until she strolled in the classroom. I gasped and looked back at Karma.

"Mrs. Anderson is here," I hissed. "She just entered the classroom."

Karma let out a yelp and quickly pulled her legs off the desk. Sweat poured down her forehead. "D-did she see me?"

"No. I think that you are in the clear."

Mrs. Anderson was carrying books and papers and had her jacket draped over her arm. She walked to her desk and looked at us.

"Karma," she said.

Karma gulped. "Y-yes?"

Mrs. Anderson placed her books on her desk. "Why are you sitting at Vicky's desk? Why are you not at yours?"

Karma was both surprised and relieved, for she figured that the teacher caught her with her legs up. She wiped her forehead and sighed happily.

Our teacher draped her jacket over her chair. "Well?"

"Oh. Uh...I am sitting at Vicky's desk because I wanted to chat with Carmen for a bit before class started."

"Then you had better get out of my seat."

Karma and I could not help but groan. "Vicky," we said in unison.

"That is my name. Do not wear it out," Vicky said. She shoved my friend out and set her things on her desk. "I wish that you would not sit in my seat, Karma."

Karma stood and dusted herself off. "I really wish that you would learn manners."

Mrs. Anderson clapped her hands. "That is enough out of you two." She was not pleased. "Vicky Chance."

Uh-oh. Whenever she uses a student's full name, it can only mean that they are in trouble.

"Vicky is in trouble with the teacher," I said as I patted the top of the music box. "Now if only I knew how you operate."

"Yes, Mrs. Anderson?" Vicky said.

"You know that I do not tolerate pushing in this class," Mrs. Anderson scolded over. "If I see you push Karma or another student or do something else, I will be sure that you do not get to perform in the talent show. Do I make myself clear?"

Vicky sighed and sat at her desk. "Crystal clear."

"Good." She motioned to me. "Carmen. Could I have a word with you? Please?"

"Yes, Mrs. Anderson." I got up and walked over to her. "What is it?"

"There is a new student attending this class. His name is Karl Anderson."

"He has the same last name as you."

"That is because Karl is my son. He is a bright boy."