"Hey, Jane!" I heard someone shout out to me. Everyone was shouting at me today. This was supposed to be another one. "Yeah, what?" I shouted back. Oops!
I guess Miss Vallaire heard me.
"Come here Jane! Now!" Yay, so Miss Vallaire did hear me. Why was today so angry with me? I dragged myself to the desk in the corner cabin of the hallway, just besides our classroom. "Yes, miss." I blurted, but politely. Duh, I couldn't be polite anymore. "I'm sorry I was shouting. I know I shouldn't have and I promise-" she cut me mid way, and that was surprising. I'd expected that she'd called me for the apology. But no, she was quite calm.
"That isn't what I've called you for." Her face lit up. She looked disgusting, I tell you. " I want you to announce in your class-"
"Erm.." I frowned. "I wouldn't do that."
"Do what?" Miss Vallaire narrowed her eyes at me. Oh my, anyone would mistake her for an old frustrated - divorced lady at that moment.
"Announce." I spoke " anything in class...I'm quite not well today.."
"Ahem" she coughed.
Shit. I was so dead.
Everybody in this school knew this wicked cough of hers. It meant two things: Either Detention or severe punishment. Gosh, I had the strength to bear none, you know.
"I bet your throat doesn't feel sick. And if it does.." she coughed again. Someone please give her a cough syrup! I thought to myself.
"What is it?" I spoke irritated. This lady was a psycho. She smiled, and a smirk twitched over her lips.
"That there will be a week holidays, due to-" 'Yays' and 'Hurrays' and 'Yippes' could already be heard. Oh, well my class was just beside Miss Vallaire's cabin, so everybody would have heard.
"Hah!" I chuckled, and I regretted it soon. I coughed a little too cover up the laugh.
"Congratulations Jane, you needn't announce." She spat. "I knew I didn't need to." I said, smirking at her. I was actually smirking at the headmistress! Jeez, I'm so mad. And yeah, I'm damn happy. Why? Dude, we just got holidays! What could be more happier than that!?
***
"Hey, Jane!" I heard the same voice shout. The one which made Miss Vallaire call upon me.
"Now, What?" I said, frustrated, not even looking up at who that was.
"Umm..Free this evening?" she grinned. I could tell that it was a girl, obviously because of the high pitched voice.
"Nah, I got coaching." I breathed.
"Ugh. Why don't you leave it, bud?" Carolina stared at me through her thick spectacles.
"Carol, need I tell you I can't?" I sighed. "Dad would never agree to that, you know."
"That's fine, but-"
"I gotta go." I said cutting her off. This was my best friend, and I could talk and just do anything with her. (Please don't go too deep into the literal meaning.) I adjusted my backpack on my left shoulder and turned to face Carol. She grimaced, and said "Isn't it at 4?" crossing her arms on her chest.
"You know me so well, Carolina." I grinned.
"Carol!" she corrected, projecting her dislike for her actual name, and her love for her nick.
"Yeah, Whatever!" I chuckled, slicking back my bust-length pony tail.
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Classmate
Short StoryThis is the story of Jane, a Fifteen year old, who's too full, and overloaded. She's got school, and her parents got her tied up with this Coaching because they believe that it's gonna help her out in all the ways. She has decided that she would com...
