Can He do the Impossible?
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"Why everyday?" I thought as I walked to school. The wind was blowing fiercely as my ears came to be that frozen hard feeling. The winter was a bad thing here in Winnipeg, not even bad it was the WORST! Not only was the weather extremely cold, but schools didn't get closed often for it either. I started murmuring to myself, "Why everyday? Well not everyday but why five days a week? Couldn't they give us 2 days of school each week or better NO days of school, at all!" Everyday could be summer vacation or should I say vacation.
The summer here wasn't as hot as Texas and we didn't have beaches like L.A, all we had was snow and rain and snow. It was ordinary it was boring, it was, it was ...* splash * "Hey who did that, snowballs are not cool!" I shouted. "Oops, sorry " Megan laughed pretending to sound considerate but we all know Megan doesn't have a kind, caring side to her. As I was saying Winnipeg is like well, me. Same old, same old no one notices me. I mean think about it, if anybody got the chance to pick a place in the world to go on vacation they wouldn't think of Winnipeg in fact that would be on their 'Never go to' List. I'm like Winnipeg or even like that little place connected to Toronto called Brampton. If only was I like Florida, or The Bahamas. I would say Hollywood but that's already taken by Megan. R. Tessielli. She's already got the looks, the boys and the crew but trust me this isn't your average snob. She's got a deep side to her, a deep side of evil! And how would I know? I was best friends with her last year. But last year February is where everything in my life went downhill!
I finally got to school 15 minutes later. My Uggs were well let's just say dead! The boots were soaked, they looked like scrunched up brownies on my feet. I ran to my locker before I would be late, but suddenly a serious staff meeting was called by Mr. Gregfore, our principal, on the announcements. All the teachers were excused out of class and all the students at Winniwell High School were ordered to go to the cafeteria and read. It's funny how Principal. G actually thinks students will read! "HAHAHA" I started dying of laughter of how teachers think we'll do what they say, but right in the middle of my laugh attack the announcements went on again "Can we have Martice Wilson in the staff room please."
Everyone started staring at me the whispering began "Is Loser Mar getting in trouble" "Do you think they'll make her move schools because she's too disgusting to look at!" As usually I ignored Megan and her crew but why would they call me to a room of teachers to talk?!!? What would they want from me? I may be failing a few subjects but don't I get sent to the office for failing and not the staffroom?!
I walked slowly down the stairwell I felt like I was going to throw up. My face got paler than it is usually was and I remembered this happened last year in February I got sent to the staffroom to get the news. what if it's the same news! "Ahhhh" I screamed as I collapsed on a stair step, curled up into a ball I couldn't move. The memories were too painful. I couldn't go down to the staffroom and, I can't get the same news as last year! Shouldn't it be illegal for a student to go inside there anyways!? My heart started racing, all I could here was the deadly scream in my head as a tear rolled down my cheek, "torture" I whispered "It was torture."
After 20 minutes of sobbing the announcements went on "Can we please have Martice Wilson in the staffroom, NOW!" Something inside of me gave me a push and brought me to my feet, I finally decided I should go. My mascara was dried up all over my face and my hair was full of the crumbs from lying down on the stair steps, the crumbs came from yesterday's Winniwell Public School bake sale, and well I looked like a monster who just rose from the dead. I wiped the remaining of my tears as I opened the door and walked into the staff room.
"Oh, finally our guest of honour arrived" Mr. Gregfore said as his bright smile lit up the room. "Oooo George Clooney is in the building, someone grab me my teeth!" Mrs. Hufflingten screamed. She is the oldest teacher in Winniwell Public School and the weirdest, all the students and teachers say she should retire. Her hearing is horrible and she has to be 100 years old by now. But Principal .G won't let her go 'Not only is she a treasure or memory' he says, but she is also his mother and I wouldn't be that surprised if he lived with her either.
"Don't be timid take a seat Ms. Wilson" Mr. Abree said as I turned around wondering who Ms. Wilson is then suddenly realized it was me. I quickly took a seat at the very end of the long table as awaited for the news. "So how are you?" Vice Principal Clemment asked as she tried to make the environment less awkward. But sadly it wasn't working every teacher had their eyes on me even Mrs. Hufflingten was kind of facing me or was she facing the coffee maker on the table behind me, well it didn't matter because I had to lie in front of the whole staff of Winniwell Public School right there on the spot. I just couldn't lie but at the same time I can't say I'm not doing good or else they might put me up for counselling with Twanna J. Finch again or should I say Twanna the Twerker. She never listens to any of my problems and all she does is listen to music and the whole session she just shakes her "Martice? Are you okay?" Principal .G asks worried as I come back to reality "oh uhm I'm good principal .G." The little fib wasn't going to put me in danger I kept thinking to myself.
"So, Ms. Wilson you must feel special being called into the staff room, eh?" said Principal .G smiling his bright, overdone smile again. SPECIAL?!?! Is this man crazy! I was humiliated, Nauseous, Worried, Scared, about to die! I thought but I actually said, "Yes, I felt super special and a little joyful too." My fake smile made them more assured that I was okay with being in the staffroom, too bad I wasn't okay.
"Well enough chit chat" Vice Principal Clemment said. "We have some amazing and happy news for you!" As she stood up with a tear of joy, "STOP!" I screamed. All the teachers looked at me but I wasn't afraid of their 'what are you doing you little hooligan' look. "I can't take anymore. NO more bad news, no more deaths, not more sobbing at 4 am thinking it was the end, okay? I've had enough. I hope you have too." My courageous speech ended in me covering my mouth in embarrassment. I can't believe I let those words slip out. Unfortunately, I tend to do that a lot. The whole room had their eyes on me, speechless, like they were expecting me to continue with this all around confident speech. The words began flowing out of my mouth like it has been there forever, waiting to burst out, "Its worse enough all you teachers gave me the news about my Mother dying last year. I need a break from tears on my pillow every night and people bullying me and my Dad going crazy! I need a break from me falling apart piece by piece by piece. Will you ever give me good news!?" I finished with a sigh. I can't tell you how amazing it felt to let everything out, but after I sat down everyone's face was turned to me, once again in shock. They were looking at me like I was a zombie from zombie club 3 the movie. I knew I was in deeper trouble than I was when I first stepped into this room.
Things just became 100 times more awkward. I was about to apologize for what I just said but before I could the whole staff of WinniwellPublic School started to burst into laughter. They were slapping the tables, spitting out their coffee, even Mrs. Hufflingten was choking on her plastic teeth. I was more confused then I have ever been in my whole entire life.
"Uhm, what's going on?" I asked in a soft, confused voice but no one heard me they were too busy laughing. Maybe I was in a dream, oh if only it was all a dream but I knew it wasn't after I pinched myself a few hundred times. "Oh, Martice Wilson, you slay us!" Principal Gregfore said laughing. "Didn't you hear Vice Principal Clemment . She said good news not bad news. Your little hissy fit was for nothing and it was so funny!" They thought my heart felt speech was funny?!? As furious as I was at their amount of pity for me, I was a little relieved. I wasn't in trouble and better yet they had good news!. I suddenly felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. "Oh Ms. Wilson you gave us a good chuckle, you were making up all those stuff right?" Vice Principal Clemment asked me. "Yes all the 'breaking me piece by piece by piece" Mrs. Abree mocked. "Uhm, yes of course I was" I lied. "So the amazing news I was going to tell you," Principal Clemment continued "is that your mom is not dead and all the teachers wanted to be here to congratulate you on your new found hope, and we wanted you to know that we will do anything we can to find her." Vice Principal Clemment said. His tears of joy rolled down his cheek and came in close to hug me. I didn't even care that the woman who gives me detention every week was touching me, for once in a very long time I heard the word hope. I started to cry with her.
