[•JUPITER SMITH•]
Living A Life Of Crime? Seriously?;
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Ice-cream asked life for some sparkle of sprinkles and it complied. But then again, when I asked it of one thing —it turned a deaf and blind eye to plea.What did life give me?
As always, it threw me right back in —into the shackles of Mrs. Anna Davies. A cranky lady in her mid-50s with shoulder length, silver-grey curls twisted into ringlets and shaped freckles embracing her tanned skin.
"Jupiter, would you quit with your tantrum and keep still." She reprimanded sternly with a scowl —her nose dilating to show how irritated she was getting. "Just hand the keys over, I know you were the one who stole it!."
I squirmed as her wrinkled hands rummaged and patted carefully through my pleated-pocket skirt and school blouse.
Taking the opportunity when she slouched downwards —her scrutinizing eye prying away from me. I took the sole chance to slip the single silver-key off my mouth and into my high ponytail
It was easy to read her mind through her facials, on where she'd check next.
"Open your mouth widely" she motioned to my mouth while staring pointedly at me.
Unnecessary, vain and silly. She had no intention of proving her thoughts wrong.
As I said... Again, —reading her next line of action was like taking candy from a baby.
I knitted my eyebrows, raising a brow at her in pure amusement. I took my time opening it widely for her, rolling my tongue around to show I had nothing in it.
My eyes retraced their path behind her, —sending some eye signals at one of my friends, Anita Baker. My second partner-in-crime.
A smirk plastered widely on her face as she threw a thumbs up at me.
I noticed as other students stared entertained and amused, —Watching their most hated teacher in school, look restless for once in her life. It was a show to be bewildered.
If only I wasn't the main culprit.
Slamming her hands down against her desk with a loud clap —Anita gasped loudly, making Mrs. Davies divert her attention quickly, to look at her.
Taking the opened shot. —I gently slipped the key into the side pocket of her gown.
I fastened my hand against my chest in relief, signaling a thump-up with a head nod, toward Anita.
"What seems to be the problem, Miss Baker.?." Mrs Davies question happily with an infuriated glare, — annoyed at being interrupted.
Anita's eyes dramatically widened her eyes as if shocked on being called —she directed a fingers towards herself. "Me!?." Mrs. Davies immediately sent her a sharp look at that. "Oh! I'm sorry, I thought I caught sight of a mosquito buzzing by ." her face squeezed in disgust.
Mrs. Davies's jaw clenched firmly as if vexed. "Miss Baker! The next time you interrupt–." She snapped.
"I think I saw the mosquito pass by as well Mrs. Davis." One of the guys from behind Anita said, cutting her off as he swatted his hands around in the air.
"Yeah me too." Every other student began saying in sync. I bit hard my lips to curb the giggle I was wielding in from escaping.
"Shut up! Shut up! Every one of you!. —If I hear a word from any of you again. You'll all receive a two-weeks detention." She paused, directing her stare towards Anita. Well, that's not bad at all. "And a whole month of cleaning the kindergarten's toilet." She added, her attention reimbursing
back at me with a scowl.Alright, Ewww! Disgustingggg!
Low grumble of revulsion escaped from everyone.
Ew! Ew! Ew! I can't get the picture out.
I got the punishment once. And let me tell you this... You. So don't wanna hear how it felt.
Turning to me, she pointed at my hair. "Pull that ponytail off, immediately." She said in a commanding tone and I fought the urge to roll my eyes at her.
I lifted my hands slowly before pulling at the hair tie. I shook my hair, letting my brown strands cascade slowly down my shoulders —I just love to get her irritated, I mean c'mon who doesn't in this school?.
She's my favorite troublesome teacher.
"Mrs. Davies, I don't think a key can be mysteriously found amongst some strands of hair?." I humored sarcastically, causing everyone one burst out in laughter. Instantly going mute, when she gave them a sharp glare.
"Anything's possible with you." She sounded pissed off. Picking up a ruler from her desk, she motioned for me to bend a little.
Yay! Fuck my life.
Lucky me!.
I've suddenly become today's class lab rat.
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