Miss O'Connell | B.E

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the next week, thursday.

Divine practically sprinted to first period, late again, as usual. There was a time not so long ago, when she wouldn't have cared about something like this, but Billie had her completely unraveling. Drooling. Insane. And ever since she wrapped right around her finger and promised to stay out of trouble, she was failing spectacularly. 

Just yesterday, she'd managed to get in trouble with two different teachers, and Billie was sure to find out. In fact, in some cases, she already had. Divine just couldn't help it, she had made herself the subject of every teacher's attack list, if not the only one on it.

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wednesday.

strike one

Divine sat in middle row of desks in her chemistry class, writing down the notes that were jotted on the old blackboard.

The old sack at the front babbled about something while he scribbled, chalk armed in his hand. Divine felt her eyes pop out of their sockets as she burnt holes into the back of his gray-haired head; she loathed her chemistry teacher to shreds. That old grandpa was not exactly in love with her either.

"Divine! What are ya daydreaming about?" he snapped, drawing a few snickers from the girls in the back.

Divine refocused on him, rolling her eyes. Without a word, she lifted her book, showing him the filled-out pages. "I finished, sir."

He puckered his lips, knitting his brows, and tilted his head at an angle. The look on his face made Divine wince. She touched her own cheek, silently thanking the gods that she wasn't anywhere near as ugly as that geezer.

"Lemme see that," he hissed, waddling over to her on his stubby legs. He leaned in, sticking his face close to the book, occasionally sniffling the fluid in his tomato nose. Divine nearly gagged at his foul smell.

"Well, lookie here," he whispered, straightening up and placing his hands on his hips, flaunting his beer gut. "You actually done it. I don't expect much from yer kind...ever."

Divine scrunched her face, sending him a glare; fighting the urge to spit in his saggy eyes. "Pardon me, sir? What's that supposed to mean?"

He sniffled again, aggressively rubbing his red nose. Realizing what Divine was implying, he narrowed his eyes. "Oh, don't be ridiculous, lil' girl. I just don't see much of yer folk live up to my high standards of teachin'."

Divine raised an eyebrow. "High standards? Which high level of complex work requires you to just copy notes off the board?"

His face turned red in an instant, steam practically rising from the bald spot on his head. "'Scuse me? What in tarnation is that spose' to mean?" He moved closer, pointing his sausage finger in her face. "Are ya callin' me a bad teacher?"

Divine leaned back in her seat, trying to hold back a smile. By now, the entire class had gone silent, heads turned, watching the exchange. She folded her arms over her chest and crossed her legs. "If the shoe fits."

He practically shook with anger. "'Scuse me?" he said, "'Scuse me!?" again,  "E'SCUSE ME?!" he yelled, his face contorted with rage as he clenched his fists, clearly ready to erupt.