Dude, I Kissed Your Mom! (DISCONTINUED)

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" You're thirty minutes late," was the scalding statement that greeted me once my school-exhausted body strolled inside the empty classroom.

" My apologies, Amanda," I gave her my best fake regal head bow , my voice intoned with heavy sarcasm and indifference.

" I might decide to keep you in here until seven pm ," Her arms crossed over her chest, as she regarded me with displeasure .Seeing her winter skied eyes morphed into the darkest of the darkest shades of blue, a glaring evidence of her unspoken wrath, I knew I'd gotten under her skin, just as I had planned.

"If it makes you happy, I will stay until seven or eight pm, it's not like I have anything better to do at home anyways," A satisfied sigh pushed past my lungs once Amanda clenched her fists into tight balls. Her anger was my reward.

A bulging vein cut through her forehead, depicting the volatile anger bubbling under her skin my bothersome personality wrecking havoc inside her inner peace. I tried not to push her buttons any further than that as I briefly located a seat where I'd cozy myself up until detention was over.

My tired eyes swept across the quietened room, the emptied seats gazing at my subdued expression awaiting for me to engage in one of them. The atmosphere was coated with an unwelcomed absurdity, this room that usually bustled with a beehive activity reduced to walls of complete stillness.

I believe the term that would perfectly suffice the ambience would be kenopsia. The foreign word I'd learned when I was thumbing through the pages of Charlie's poetry journal. That was prior to my execution of drawing an inappropriate diagram inside one of the empty pages that nuzzled between the poorly decorated tattered covers.

My eyes immediately fell in love with a seat on the very back corner of the class, overlooking the orange horizon through the window,a place that promised comfort and tranquility,my feet complied as they carried me to the lovely seat. However, my journey toward said seat was cut abruptly once Amanda called me back.

" Have this," What lied inside her hand's grasp was a chisel, it's stainless silvery surface glimmering under the fiery sunset that sneaked past the unshielded classroom windows.

" And what is that for?" I gave a derisive laugh ,  eyebrows raised quizzically.

" You are going to scrape every gum under each one of these desks as a punishment," A sadistic smirk crawled onto her glistening lips.

I tried to confine my mocking laughter inside my voice box but to no avail. It just spilled out, like vomit. I hoped she was joking. Who scrapes gums under desks during detention ? That was certainly unheard of and I should know that since I'm a regular customer when it comes to after-school detentions.I honestly thought she'd ask me to sit in a corner and 'think about what you've done ' or that sorta thing that grown ups usually regard as a suitable punishment for adolescent kids. But scraping gum? That caught me unawares.

"When you're done laughing, pick up the chisel and get down to business," she commanded amidst my recovery from the prolonged laughter. My sides were starting to ache from its aftermath. " The back seats are notoriously invaded with gum and some other sticky substance that would best be described as mucus."

I gagged.

" Are you seriously punishing me by making me scrape gum and....mucus!" Another gag squeezed past my throat.

" Do you have a problem?" Plopping her butt at the edge of her desk, Amanda watched as I squirmed at her punishment. It was as though she'd formed a bow against me and I was the target of her arrow.

"You can't be serious Amanda," I rationalized but my lamentations fell on deaf ears.

"Maybe that'll teach you not to hit on me in front of my class," she gave a grim response. " And for the last time, it's Mrs.Dawson ."