My Boss and Her Wife

Memories

"You're going to be lately girl!" I sighed and rolled my eyes as I grabbed my binder and shoved it into my backpack. I looked into the mirror one more time to see that my make-up was okay. I don't wear much but I wear enough to see it. I have always been good at applying it though. I smiled at the mirror then rushed out of my room and downstairs to see my mom crossing her arms and shaking her head. I chuckled as I went to kiss her on the cheek.

"I love you," I said as I ran out of the door in time to see my bus pull up. I heard my mom chucking behind me which put a huge smile on my face. I got onto my bus and sat down with my friend Samantha. I wouldn't say we are the best of friends but we talk to each other when we have no one else to talk to. We started talking about really nothing as the bus drove us to school.

I am in 6th grade and I love it. The people here are so nice and my teachers adore me. This is no surprise because I've always been a little of a teacher's pet. Once the bus pulled into the school's driveway everyone immediately stood up and started pushing each other to get off. I mean I like the place too, but who the hell is that excited to get to school?

Once I finally made it off the bus Samatha found her friends and I found mine.

My friends and I aren't exactly the most popular kids but we are well known around the school, especially me. I am known for that kid who jokes around a lot and likes to do dumb things. And if they wanted to rob a bank, I would be the first one they pick.

The school opens at seven but they don't let us go to class until seven twenty and school doesn't start until seven-thirty. My friends and I sat in the gym talking and laughing and making a fool of ourselves. The loud bell that signaled us to go to class rang right above my head which sent a shiver down my spine.

I start my day off with math, which by the way is the worst. Especially when we have a test. I am good at math and some could even say I enjoy it. But today I was off. I don't know why but I just couldn't focus on anything. I felt like there was just something bad waiting to happen like it was just hiding in the shadows and ready for me to walk by. The feeling continued up to the third period until I realized why.

I was on my damn period.

I groaned in frustration because I had to sit through classes without a damn pad. And to make it even worse I had the one teacher I couldn't stand. Mrs. I. Mrs. I is this old woman no one can stand. She's been working at this school since it opened which was about four years ago. I remember some friends and I looked at yearbooks that were from 13 years ago and that woman didn't change a bit.

We had to do a project which is weird considering it's English. She explained the things we had to do when I started to put my binder away. One thing she hates more than anything is when someone interrupts her. And I was in too much pain to give a damn. I didn't hear her annoying voice after a while but as soon as I put my binder on the ground I could feel her eyes burying into my face. I didn't even make eye contact with her because again, I didn't care. "Are you done?" She asked. I rolled my eyes and nodded my head.

She started talking again to which I just zoned out

Time went on and we started the project. I wasn't doing anything and I told my friends why and they were okay with doing the work. But Mrs. I wasn't. Here eyes were on me the entire time as I was standing up with my head down and my hand on the desk while bending over a bit. I was starting to get frustrated but I didn't let it show.

"Madelyn, do you need to leave my room?" I didn't respond but instead just shook my head. "I like eye contact when I am speaking." She growled. I rolled my eyes as I looked up at her. I am not one for disrespecting adults but this woman is working my last nerve. "I believe I said this is a group project and I hate when one person is being lazy and not doing anything." I groaned out of pain as a cramp shot through me. "Miss Cooper, is there a problem?" She hissed.