Savannah Aiyn Medly
Wednesday, December 6,202*
St. Jordan's High School 📌
1:42 P.M
"Mr. McCartney!" I shout to get his attention as he was walking across the school yard.
Stopping in his tracks, he turned around and gestured for me to come towards him.
Him nuh see how sun hot?
Taking long strides, I quickly made my towards him.
"Good Afternoon sir, Kevin said that you were looking for me this morning to ask me to do a favour for you?" I stated more like a question looking up at him.
"Oh yes, I wanted to, but I don't know if you'd be comfortable with it," he responded, looking like he was trying to read my expression.
A coulda wah dis now. Afta mi wah gah mi yadd.
Jeezam peez.
"You won't know if I'm comfortable with it unless you ask." I blinked, trying to figure out what exactly he was trying to ask.
"Savannah, it's fine. I'll find somebody else to do it," he tried to dismiss me.
Watch yah know, girl tek the opportunity and lef nuh.
"Mr.McCartney with all due respect, I am the head girl of St.Jordan High, so I'm sure that I am more than capable of doing what you wanted me to do in the first place." I smiled.
"You are more than capable, but putting you in a position where you might be uncomfortable is something that I never wish to do to a student."
Folding my arms, I stood firm in my position. I felt like I was being undermined again. I fought so hard for this position last year, and even when I got it, I still had to fight to prove that I was worth it.
"I wanted to ask you to help out with the devotion and activities that the physical education department has planned for the last day of exams."
"Sir, I can mor -"
"But I had already had ask Aiden to draw up the graphics for the after school activities sheets and so on and thought that you'd be uncomfortable working with him because of what transpired a few weeks back."
See wah happen when yuh nuff.
"If you are still up for the job, I would drop you home after school, seeing as the permission slip that I had the other students' parents sign stated it was for an hour, I would also call your dad to give verbal permission." he finished.
"You can call him," I smiled.
Even though everything in me was regretting this decision.
Nodding his head, he took out his phone and called my father, putting him on speaker.
"Good afternoon, Mr.Medly, this is Mr. McCartney speaking from St. Jordan's High School," he spoke in a professional voice.
I'm pretty sure this was all an act as another teacher came to stand beside him as he answered the phone.
"Leon?, is everything okay?" my father spoke.
"Yes, I was just wondering if I could get verbal consent for Savannah to stay back for an hour to help the physical education department with an upcoming event," he replied.
"Yes, that's okay."
"I would bring her to SB for you to pick her up, if that's okay with you."
"Yes, thank you, Leon," he ended the phone call.
"The students are up in eleven O, and Aiden is in charge, so you can speak to him once you go up." he dismissed me before walking away with the lady physical education teacher.
