amor| an Alejandro Vargas fanfiction

XI

Chapter XI
Are you okay?

The bell rang, announcing the beginning of the class. I was already sitting in my bench, paciently waiting for my math teacher to come and waste the next 45 minutes.

She walked in, greeting us with her usual boredom and uninteres. And we answered the same way. Thats just the way it was usually. No one cared about her class, and she didn't care about us studying.

"Alright kids, we need grades. Does anyone have the homework ready?"

I froze in place. Homework? But she never gives us homework, as a matter of fact, she barely gives us any work during classes, letting aside something to do at home.

The whole class cheered, happily giving her a positive answer. What? What was going on?

I stood up, looking at the teacher.

"I apologize miss, but I do not have my homework."

"What else should I expect from you, miss Mallory?" She sighed "It's alright, you can solve it for us at the blackboard instead."

I widened my eyes, but I nodded. "I'mma try it." I said as I walked in front if the class, picking up a piece of chalk, writing the exercises the teacher told me to.

I had no idea what was going on or what I was writing. I heard my classmates whispering and giggling behind me, making me feel anxious, my stomach tightening.

"What are you doing?!" I heard the teachers voice yelling at me. "You're not supposed to do it this way!"

I turned my head to her, making myself small when I saw her angry face, and the rage in her eyes...she looked like if we were alone, she would have slapped me right there, right then.

"I... don't know what's wrong..." I mumbled.

She just huffed.

"Of course don't know! What do you even know anyway?! Find your mistake, or I'm not going to let you pass my class!"

I quickly turned my head to read what I wrote a few seconds ago. My body was trembling, my chest felt heavy, and my eyes were aching. I couldn't bring myself to concentrate on what I was reading, my mind being filled with fear and anxiety.

"Did you find it?"

"N...no miss..."

"Alright then, I won't pass you. As simple as that." She said, the anger in her voice turning into irony. "You're not even capable of solving simple math, you can't do anything right. Call your mother, I want to talk to her about your situation."

"I... do not have a mother." I murmured, letting my head down, looking at the floor.

"What was that miss Mallory? I did not hear you." She said, her eyes burning into my skull, as she looked at me.

"I don't have a mother." I repeated, slightly louder than first time.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. I wouldn't want to have a daughter like you either, incapable of anything at all."

I remained silent, tears running down my hot cheeks, staining my skin with every drop. My body was shaking. The kids were laughing around me, pointing their fingers at me, and joking. I felt humiliated. No. I was being humiliated.