The Adventurous Adventures of an Invisible Teenager

Chapter 3: Jessa's fresh to the grave

Jessa POV:

I opened the door and suddenly everyone’s eyes turned to me, as if I had grown wings, a snout, and called myself a flying pig. Quickly glancing down to check that I hadn’t I was relieved to see nothing like that and offered a small sheepish smile to them as I went to my seat. Well I was till Mrs. Dominare cut me off halfway glaring at me as she circled the area I was going in.

With her spittle flying and her voice the nastiest octave it could be she said, “Now Jessa here is a prime example of what not to be. Her lazy, snobbish, and inconsiderate ways have interrupted us continuously. Not to mention the fact that she seems to enjoy dressing like a hobo on hippy drugs she also seems to like not getting things right. Hopefully you will all take after her parents –who by the way I taught when they went here– and not by Jessa’s example here. I remember the days when children respected their teachers and feared them. Sadly we don’t have the ability to abuse you physically, so we have to go the pansy way and verbally abuse you instead.”

She showed her no longer pearly whites and pushed her thick glasses higher up on her nose. Her plumpish face had grown to a more maroon coloring and white hair loose around her face during the speech and she opened her mouth again. I bit my lip waiting for the last part of the speech that I knew that was going to come, and the little old demon lady did not disappoint, “Ms. Benton, I expect greater things from the daughter of Erika and Jonathan. Why couldn’t you be like them, rather than whatever you are attempting to be, you still are a failure at it. If I were you I would figure out my priorities. Because of children like you my life is being shortened by the minute and I will die at a young age. Don’t be surprised if I croak soon! You all make such problems!”

Since when is 93 a young age? I wrinkled my nose at the thought of her when she was younger. She was probably like Taylor, the annoying newspaper girl who liked to attack people and gossip. Without thinking my voice rose, “Well I could say the same about your teaching, considering that almost every student since my parents has not passed your final. Maybe you should think about retiring or something altogether more permanent. That way all your problems are over.”

As my words were spoken aloud a gasp rose from my classmates and sadly Mrs.Dominare’s hearing did not fail her now. With a rigid back and she came closer to my so that I could see the long hairs protruding around her mouth, she only said two words, but they held enough significance. “Get out.”

I waited till my blush had calmed down a bit and so had my anger as I went out to the hall. Why did I have to open my big mouth? I mean lately everyone’s been pushing and pulling me in directions I don’t want to go, but that wasn’t me. Jessa does most definitely speak or even think like that. Oh my. What if I’m now possessed with an alien and will do all this bad stuff and then I’ll get blamed for this.

I pulled out my phone and wrote a message, ‘If I Jessamine Estelle Benton do anything unlike what I would normally do, it is the evil alien controlling me…’ There that should take care of the problem! I mean they always check the phone and laptops of a criminal. Television tells you all the important details like that. Wait, where was I supposed to go? ‘Get out’ is actually a really general statement and I’m not sure where to go from there. Down the hall I saw a lone desk and figured I might as well wait for the period to end.

As I left she was droning on and on about how the important it was to memorize the formulas because we wouldn’t be given on the day of the final. Whoop de do, another formula involving variables and nonsensical things! Math, just what I live for. During Mrs. Dominare’s speech I had instinctively grabbed for my sketchbook and graphite pencils prepared to get lost in my own thoughts and imagination, so I held it in my hands now as I continued down the silent hall. I sat down at the rickety desk, careful to not get any of the hundred year old gum on my legs and started to do what I promised my mother I wouldn’t do, draw.