Target

XVI

Ms. Robinson fiddled with the door's lock, gently pushing the door shut. She urged me to sit in the chair across from her desk. I complied, since I seemed to have no other choice in the moment, anyway. She sat in the other seat, staring at me intently. This situation felt very much like a crime negotiation, I thought, and even though I had done no wrong, it surely felt like I did.

"Aubrey, would you like to tell me what's going on?" Ms. Robinson asked, pushing a pen against her big black notebook.

"There's nothing for me to say, really."

She flipped her notebook open to a new page, jotting what seemed like nonsense onto the page... I mean, what could she had possibly gotten from what I just said?

"You've always been a good student. When there's a difference in behavior, I see it." she said, pressing the pen back into the notebook.

"Not much has changed." I replied, shrugging my arms. I knew I was lying, but that's besides the point.

The teacher sighed, setting down her pen and crossing her arms.

"Me, alongside others, have expressed concern for your life at home."

My heart dropped. Others? What was she saying?!

The teacher flipped on her computer, gesturing for me to move next to her. I stood up, facing the computer screen. Files upon files were on display. She clicked on the one with my name.

"See, this is your student file. It displays information in regards to family and living arrangements, and I've noticed that the content inside of yours is rather bleak."

My eyes travelled the screen. Multiple segments of information were missing, including my parent's names and an emergency contact in case something went wrong in the school.

"Because I'm only your Geography teacher, I can only do so much, but I'm worried about you."

She paused, closing the file.

"In order to fix this, you can ask a parent or guardian to come in sometime to fill in the missing information... meanwhile, this will inhibit you in many ways." she noted, scribbling in the notepad some more.

She ripped a piece of paper out of the notepad, handing it to me.

"This is some contact information for your parent or guardian. I highly recommend giving it to them."

I nodded, shoving the sheet in my pocket. I noticed that Ms. Robinson was about to leave, but I had to stop her; I had one question that I needed the answer to.

"Wait. Before you go..."

I paused, looking up at her.

"Who were the 'others' who seemed worried about my home life?"

Ms. Robinson's expression softened.

"You have no choice other than to find out yourself."

My eyebrows furrowed. What did she mean by that?!

She left the room. I trailed behind her until she turned to go elsewhere. I found that to be weird, but it was probably none of my business., anyway. I walked back into class, sitting back down in my seat.

"Oh, so the murderer finally gets caught! Good grief, I thought I was going to be next."

I turned around to see nobody other than Jessica smirking at me. God, does she ever stop?

"I wouldn't say that if I were you. I've noticed you're quite the easy target, you know."

She crossed her arms in annoyance.

"Oh yeah? How, then?!" she boasted proudly.

I couldn't hold back my laughter. She was just so clueless.

"Well... first of all, you can't keep that stupid mouth of yours shut. Second of all, you're clearly unaware of your horrible weak points, and if course, the way that I feel about you would make it that much easier to hurt you."

She stood up viciously, grabbing hold of my desk.

"What a shame..."

She leaned in closer to me.

"Tell me how you feel about me, then."

I smirked.

"You make my skin itch just by seeing your face."

She grabbed me by my shirt's collar.

"Oh really? I think you might like me... I mean, how could you notice all of these things about me if you've never once cared?"

An amused grin grew on my face.

"Oh, give me a break. All of your flaws are rather obvious... to me, at least."

Suddenly, she pounced onto me, crashing my chair onto the floor. The rest of the class gathered together on a whim, chanting for us to fight. Since there was no teacher to stop me, I decided to fight back. In a matter of seconds, I flipped her around, pinning her to the ground and grasping on my knife in my pocket in excitement. I just knew this knife would become handy someday.

"I bet you like that, being pinned down to the floor by a girl and all... look at who the gay one is now." I teased. She winced in pain, begging for me to stop. Unfortunately, that didn't make me cave in one bit. I tightened my grip on her wrists, smirking eagerly.

"Don't even consider messing around with me. Clearly, I can have you begging for me to stop within seconds."

I propped myself up and off of her. Our classmates were cheering for me, recording and taking photos of each and every moment. I must admit that it made me a bit anxious, but the damage was already done, anyway. Above all, I'm just hoping that Julie never finds out about this, as she'd probably hate me for it.

Here's to more crazy memories from this god-awful school, I suppose.