Kentrell bounced in his seat with worry.
He had seen her go into the hallway bathroom after gym class earlier but he didn't stick around to see when she came out of there because he too went to the bathroom in the hallway and when he eventually made it to the classroom he didn't catch any sign of her.
He thought she would be coming in any time soon.
However, panic set in when he saw the teacher come into the room and start to set up her desk for class but she hadn't called the class into order yet, so he knew she still had time.
But when he saw the teacher get up and turn away from the class and grab her blue marker, he knew he had to think fast because once the teacher wrote on the board, class starts immediately after she finishes writing.
He jumped into action,
"Ms. Johnson, Ms. Johnson, we gotta talk."
He said hiding the panic and worry in his voice as his eyes shifted to the door as he made his way to his teacher's desk.
"Kentrell what have I told you. It we have got to talk. Not gotta. Okay?"
"Okay, my apologies. But either way, I say it, we still need to talk."
The teacher turned fully toward him,
"Okay, about what?"
About what is correct, he didn't thought that far.
He thought for sure a lesson in proper grammar would take place and when it didn't he was at a loss for words.
He tapped on the desk as he thought and when he was ready to just speak in gibberish the door handle began to turn and she was on the other end when the door touched the other side of the hallway wall.
"Kentrell?"
He turned back to her,
"Oh Ms. Johnson, I can't remember what it was I was gonna say. Next time I will write it down so I don't forget. I'm gonna go back to my seat."
He smiled to himself as he knew she notices the two mistakes in his speech but he didn't care he had saved her from being called a tardy lardy and that made his inside mainly his heart sing with joy.
