It's Monday Again

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Shania came to school like usual and went straight to the classroom. Danica was sitting at her desk looking over the lesson plans for today's class. Shania put her stuff down and took a sip of her coffee.

Danica: Good morning Shania. How was your weekend?

Shania: It was fine and how about yours?

Danica: Nothing special really. I went to a art museum and relaxed with my husband

Shania: Oh I didn't know you were married

Danica: Yeah for two years now and it's going pretty good. You ever thought about marriage?

Shania: No I'm too busy with my career. My marriage would be over before it even got started

Danica: Shania I'm not trying to tell you what to do but I just wanna say something

Shania: Okay

Danica: Your career can't hold you at night when it's cold

Shania: Hmmm

Danica: Well anyway...

Just as Danica was about to say something else Berlin walked in the classroom. Danica looked at him and said "speaking of a husband".

Berlin: Excuse me Mrs. Johnson may I borrow Ms. Una for a moment?

Danica: It all depends if she wants to be borrowed. Shania do you wanna be borrowed?

Shania: No not really

Danica: Well Mr. McKade you've got your answer now go away. We were having a conversation

Berlin: You don't have to be so rude

Danica: And you don't have to be so annoying

Berlin: Bitch

Danica: What did you just say?

Berlin walked off and went back to his classroom looking back at Shania. "Yeah that's what I thought" Danica said under her breath.

Danica: What an asshole. Do you actually like him?

Shania: No but he likes me

Danica: If I were you I would stay away from him

Shania: Why you say that?

Danica: He just seems really suspect. I mean for all we know he might be the one that's actually killing everybody. He fits the profile if you ask me

Shania: Why because he's different? Danica how would you like it if everybody looked at you like that? I mean how do I know it's not you?

Danica: I didn't mean it like....

Shania: You didn't mean it like what? It's not nice to judge people for how they look Danica. For the record you should be more worried about how your husband looks rather then another man

Danica: What is that supposed to mean?

Shania: Exactly what I said

Danica: You know you sure are touchy for somebody who claims to not even like him

Shania: I'm not touchy. I just don't like for others to be talked about when they're not in the room. People should have a chance to defend themselves. I mean you talking so much trash. How about you say it to his face next time

Danica: Whatever

Shania: Yeah whatever

Later that day after school was over Shania was gonna go speak to Principal Johnny. She was about to open the door to his office when she saw Danica in there talking to him. Everybody else in the front office was already gone for the day so Shania ducked down and listened in.

Danica: Mr. Johnny I can't work with her anymore

Principal Johnny: Why what happened?

Danica: I just don't think we're a good fit for each other

Principal Johnny: I'm confused. You two were getting along so well and now all of a sudden you're not a good fit? Listen she's undercover okay. When the case wraps up she'll be gone so can you try to hang in there?

Danica: No can you just place her elsewhere?

Principle Johnny: Fine I'll put her with the music teacher

Danica: Thank you

Principle Johnny: Cool well if there's nothing else I have some business to attend to

Danica: Yeah, me

Principle Johnny: Danica now you know we could get caught in here

Danica: Go away with me this weekend

Principle Johnny: Okay and what are you gonna tell your husband?

Danica: I'll figure something out

Principle Johnny: Okay but you should be going now before someone sees you

Danica: Okay

Shania had to hurry up and run off. "Oh shit you gotta be kidding me. Her and Johnny and she cheating on her husband? I guess things aren't as great as she says they are. That bitch got the nerve to have me placed with Berlin. She just mad cause I checked that ass." Shania thought to herself.

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