Scarlett & Morales

Why? Why does stuff like this always happen to me? I sat at the back of the class, thinking. My shirt was untucked, I was scruffy and slouching. If, I acted indifferent no one would notice me and that's how I wanted it now. They would notice me soon enough. If I didn't get noticed I would have time to think. Thought the majority of my thoughts were clouded I could still manage to sort my head out.

My teacher was a plump guy, his name was Mr Karp, oh Mr Karp. He is obviously not married and shy. He eats to make him self feel better and probably wakes up every morning and asks him self the same question.

'Why the hell am I a teacher?' They say you can smell fear and he reeks, not just of fear either, if he comes up to me I'm going to tell him straight, take a shower.

It was maths, Monday period two. I had already suffered through a whole hour of why my English teacher thinks Romeo and Juliet is not a tragic as people make out. I swear he puts more thought into a book than the author does. You know sometimes I wonder if I'm even registered at school. I wouldn't be surprised if I'm not.

My head of year has just walked in. Everyone stands up, it's school rules, but I stay seated no one is going to notice. 'Could I have Scarlett Webber please?' his deep northern accent pours out. Avas! I am actually a student here. Yet the class look around puzzled. 'She's not in this class, sir' a high pitch voice cries out, which is normal considering it came from Andrew. 'Yes I am' I call out. 'Can you step outside please Scarlett?' he says. I grunt and slide out of my chair and walk towards the door, reluctantly. I feel 54 eyes bearing into me and I stamp my feet and scare every one to death then I walked out giggling.

Outside, Mr Hoy stares at me for a while and then starts to talk. I lean against the wall and look at him with attitude. 'Is there anything you have to tell me Scarlett?' he says blankly. I rack my brains and look up to this sky in thought. 'Not that I remember, sir' I say in a sweet little girl voice. 'No, wrong answer, guess again' he replies. I grin smugly. I know what he's on about now. 'Oh yeah' I say and hit my forehead, as if it's just come to me. 'I'm pregnant.'