Sorry For Getting You Fired (GirlxGirl)

Sorry For Getting You Fired

Sixth grade was so boring. The kids in here were too immature! Twelve year olds were little morons. Why did I have to be one of them? Actually, I was already 13 years old. Maybe that's why I felt superior. Anyways, being a kid wasn't so bad but sometimes I wanted to be older. At least eighteen years old, to do adult things. To be independent. That would keep people from bossing me around, from treating me like a child.

The teacher walked up in front of the classroom. On her side was Ms. LoVecchio. A twenty-one year old who was becoming a teacher. For the past four days, she had been assisting Mrs. Anderson. Learning from her. Honestly, what was she learning? Mrs. Anderson didn't even know how to teach. Couldn't even keep us under control. What was the poor girl going to learn? How to oversee the chaos?

"Class, I'm going home due to an emergency," Mrs. Anderson stated the awesome news. Two boys in front of me high fived each other when she wasn't looking. Yes! Today was going to be an easy and fun day.

"Awe," one of the boys pretended.

"I know," the teacher bought it, bringing a hand to her chest. "Don't worry though, Ms. LoVecchio will stay," she informed. "Please be on your best behavior," her eyes roamed the class, warningly.

"No problem," I gave a thumbs up.

Mrs. Anderson scolded me skeptically. Though, she looked away from me. "Please don't follow Riley's behavior," she pleaded. In that case, did she want them to misbehave? I was planning on behaving this time.

Gasping, I brought a hand up to my chest, "I'm a perfect angel," I played offended.

Mrs. Anderson ignored me. Eh whatever, she was old and mean.

"Bye class," she waved and headed towards her desk, which was all the way in the back of the room. The whole class turned to watch her. The teacher collected her belongings and walked to the door. "Bye," she said one final time while waving goodbye.

As soon as she was out of sight, the whole class cheered!

"Finally she left!" Tony exclaimed in excitement.

Getting out of my seat, I shouted out of excitement too. "Woohoo the old lady left!" I celebrated tossing my notebook in the air and letting it fall to the ground. Being 13, didn't stop me from blending in with my immature classmates. They needed a leader to make them feel seen and understood. Who better than me?

"Oh no," Ms. LoVecchio weaved through the desks, getting to mine. "You will not start to act up now, Riley!" she stated firmly, as if that was really going to work.

"I'm only trying to have fun," I shrugged, innocently.

"I've seen how problematic you are," oh, so she had been observing me? How rude of her. Only wanted to bust me on her first opportunity. Tony was the first one to start the chaos. Why was she only singling me out? That was not fair!

"What is that supposed to mean?" Defiantly, my arms crossed as I gave attitude. These classmates looked up to me, I had to prove to them that I was the best leader ever! In order to do that I had to stand up for them. By going against authority. Besides, Ms. LoVecchio was not a real teacher yet.

"That you're a troubled kid," she explained. "Now take your seat and do your work or I'll send you to the principal's office," she warned. Her warnings didn't faze me though.

I took a look at my desk and shook my head, "I don't want to," I refused. Like I said, I was popular, therefore, I had to keep my reputation. My dad always expressed that it was important to have a following. He didn't care so much about the grades, as long as my popularity stayed up. For a twelve year old. Sixth graders were the cool ones in elementary school.