It was a gloomy day. The rain pouring down as Emma watched the window. Mr.Horn was explaining something about algebra to everyone. Emma, only half listening , pulled out her phone and opened it underneath her desk. "X times 3 will eventually be multiplied by the power of 2 and as for the 3 it will be subtracted by 8 followed by X as 4 time, then use set one and-" Mr.Horn mildly came to a stop. Emma was doing something underneath her desk and he already had a hunch of what. He sighed as he cleared is throat. "Ahem. Ms.Johns, what is so important to be doing under my desk in my algebra"" in class under my supervision?" Mr.Horn was not one to play and he knew exactly what she was doing.
"Her phone! That..that thing! She never pays attention in class and she's so close to failing, her grade being exactly 70 percent, I don't even know how she made that much. I think we need to...I..I don't know but we need to do something before that girl becomes an absolute failure!" Mr.Horn paced around the room in disbelief. "Hm. Well why didn't you send her here? I could have confiscated her phone." Principal Myers said. "I wish I could but she picked up her backpack and said 'I'm dropping out', then left before I could say anything at all!" The principal sighed and turned on the announcement speaker. "Emma John's please come to the office. I repeat Emma John's please come to the office. " He turned the speaker off and then said "I'll handle it from here." And motioned to the door.
"You asked for me?" In the next second Emma, who had probably been hanging around the principals office skipping class, poked her head in the room. "I'm so glad your here Emma. I will say, it has been a tough day for all of us so let's settle down with the blackmail of dropping out of school because that is definitely not acceptable." Mr.Horn proclaimed. He had been absolutely fed up with her arguing. "Okay," Emma said, starting to walk away. "Ms.Johns, I did not give you permission to walk away from me," Mr.Horn replied, sternly. "Oh. But I did" She looked over her shoulder and smiled, she knew they couldn't expel her because her dad would be one to say. "Oh and by the way, my grades actually up to a 71 percent now, thank you very much." With that she walked away and didn't even stop when they called her name. Once. Twice. Three times. And then she was outside. No, Finally, she was outside.
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Phone addict
Acak"When do you regularly use your phone?" "My phone? Oh it's my life, I can't imagine living without it," Stacy Copeland is your normal highschool girl. Almost. During the past few years her mom's been killed, she's sentenced to live with a possible...
