Take My Soul

Chapter 3- The Bitchy Teacher

"Hey, come on guys, cut it out!" I whispered sharply, hoping to grab their attention.

"Oh, of course," Oliver said with a sarcastic tone. "She's been nagging about her oh-so-perfect boyfriend, Alex, the school's beloved badass jock, and how she's so sure he's cheating on her. What a surprise!"

"Of course, Lizzie. He's cheating. I mean, it's not like he's ever faithful with all those new girlfriends he has every day," I said with an exaggerated eye roll. "And guess what? Yesterday, my friend Nina, from History class, had the pleasure of witnessing him make out with Sasha, the queen bee. Word on the street is that he's part of an illegal drug ring. People are saying that he's heavily involved in the distribution of drugs and might even be running the whole operation. It sounds like his activities are causing some serious problems for the community, so stay away from him," I added, my tone oozing with sarcasm while pointing my finger at her.

"Leslie Clifton! Anything you'd like to share with the class?" bellowed Mrs. Falker, our English teacher, who was a stern and unapproachable woman with a tight bun that looked like it was cutting off the circulation to her head. Her cold, beady brown eyes bore into us like we were misbehaving children, and her thin lips never seemed to want to form a smile.

"Why on earth would I want to do that?" I retorted rudely, my voice laced with sarcasm and a touch of annoyance. I tend to express myself impolitely to my teachers. If they choose to communicate with me disrespectfully or unpleasantly, I find it difficult to maintain a courteous attitude towards them. I hold a strong belief that our interactions with others should be based on mutual respect and consideration. If someone fails to show me the same level of respect that I offer them, it makes it challenging for me to maintain a positive relationship with them.

"I must apprise you that detention on the first day of school is an unacceptable breach of the school's code of conduct. You must comprehend and conform to the rules and regulations of the institution to evade such consequences. The school demands that all students exhibit respect and civility towards their peers and educators at all times. It is incumbent upon you to act conscientiously and observe the prescribed guidelines to avoid detention and foster a conducive environment for the entire school community. Let us endeavor to commence this academic year with discipline, decorum, and diligence," she said sternly and formally, hoping to instill a sense of responsibility and decorum into me.

"Sure, Mrs. Falker, you can now continue whatever you were doing," I said with my most fake smile ever.

As I gazed into her eyes, I saw an intense emotion that was hard to decipher at first. But, upon closer inspection, I could see that her eyes were filled with a deep shade of red, and her expression was one of unbridled rage. The intensity of her emotions was palpable, and it was clear that she was holding back from unleashing her fury upon me. Whoa, she's fuming - you could practically see steam coming out of her ears! What did I get myself into?

As soon as she parted her lips to speak, the shrill sound of the bell pierced through the air, signaling the end of class. Without wasting a moment, the entire class, including myself, hurriedly gathered their belongings and rushed out of the room in a frenzy.

As I walked away, the sound of Oliver and Lizzie's infectious laughter trailed behind me. I couldn't help but join in and soon found myself bursting into laughter as well.

I headed towards the drama classroom where Mrs. Scarenda, our drama teacher, was waiting for us. She was one of the most loving and caring teachers I've ever had. She always treated us with kindness and respect, making us feel special and loved. Her classes were always so much fun and engaging, and we learned a lot from her.

After bidding farewell to Mrs. Scarenda, I confidently strode towards the Biology lab, where Mr. Kermit, our esteemed Biology teacher, was imparting his vast knowledge. He was an exceptional teacher, with a great sense of humor that always kept us engaged. Despite his lighthearted approach, he was extremely knowledgeable about the subject and had a knack for making even the most complex concepts seem like a piece of cake.

As soon as my class ended, I eagerly headed to the cafeteria to grab a bite to eat during the 40-minute break. I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into my favorite meal - a hearty Greek salad with crispy French fries and a refreshing small juice. I quickly scanned the room and spotted my best friends sitting at a cozy table in the corner. Excitedly, I made my way over to them and gave them a high-five. We settled into our seats and caught up on all of the exciting adventures we had during our summer vacations, laughing and chatting away.

"Leslie?" Oliver asked, looking at something in the other direction.

"Hmm?" I replied.

"Isn't that your bro over there? Damn, he's all over that girl. You never told us he had a girlfriend," he said, assuming I was in the loop about my brother's romantic affairs.

As I shifted my gaze towards the table where Noah was sitting, my heart skipped a beat. The sight that met my eyes left me completely stunned and taken aback. There was my flesh and blood -my brother- passionately kissing a girl whose face I didn't recognize, but her skin was kissed by the sun, giving her a golden glow, and her hair was a tousled mess of dirty blonde strands. The shock and confusion that overwhelmed me at that moment were indescribable. I can't believe it! If my mom ever finds out, I might have to start digging my own grave. She's got a slipper that could knock out a bull, and when she's angry, she's like a tornado on steroids. But, I couldn't help myself from taking a snapshot of the whole thing with my phone. I mean, who wouldn't want to capture a moment like this for future laughs, right? I'm just hoping she doesn't find out, or else Noah might have to say goodbye his life.

"I mean, who cares about Noah's love life? Not me, no sir," I said with a dramatic eye-roll. "Our relationship has been like a rollercoaster ride, but I'm not about to take responsibility for his questionable choices. If you want the juicy details, you'll have to ask someone else," I added with a sassy snap of my fingers.