Naomi Ranger is a regular girl at her school, or at least that's what she likes to think of herself as. Antisocial, wears over-sized hoodies and sweatpants so it's not that hard to blend in. She doesn't take anything from anybody. She doesn't mess w...
I sketch out a drawing as my second period teacher continues to ramble about stuff we went over yesterday. I tone her out as I focus more on my drawing.
Suddenly, I hear a sharp slam coming from the front of the classroom. I look up to see the teacher has slammed a ruler on an empty desk, and she's staring straight at me.
"Am I boring you, Ms. Ranger?" she asks. Everyone then begins to turn to look at me.
Yes. You very much are. Use context clues.
But instead of saying that, I just stare at her. I don't say anything, I just stare at her. She raises her eyebrows as I hit her with a 'duh' look.
"That's what I thought." she says before resuming back to her lesson.
I roll my eyes as I continue to draw. Not even 30 seconds in, I feel a shadow looming over me. I squeeze my fist with my pencil still in hand. Taking a deep, I look up from my desk.
And there she is. The most annoying Karen teacher alive- Ms. Gardens. My amazing Caucasian, blond hair, green eyed, 45 or older language arts teacher.
A nuisance is a better word for it but anyways...
Ms. Gardens picks up my drawing. It was a hand ripping apart a heart.
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"Oh wow. I never knew you had such a talent." she states with enthusiasm.
"What I do is not really any of your concern." I tell her. I knew she was lying. She doesn't care about anyone. Especially me.
She's just mad that her husband left her since she's literally a psycho.
"You're going to learn to tame that tongue of yours." she says before tearing my drawing in half and balling it up. Once she did, she threw it in the trash can.
I sat there absolutely stunned by what she did. I tried to not show it on my face but it was hard not to. I had been working on that drawing for over an hour. I just finished it.
What pissed me off even more was after she did it, she went back to teaching like she just didn't do what she did.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I ask her. The students were already shocked by her actions but their heads jolted towards me when I began to talk.
"Excuse me?!" the teacher questioned. Basically yelling at me.
"Who do you think you're talking to?!" she asked more.
A psycho ass bitch is what I wanted to say but I just grabbed my bag and headed towards the door.
"Where do you think you're going?!" Karen questioned.
"Somewhere where you aren't." I state before leaving the classroom, slamming the door in the process.
