The Unknown

The Day

I woke up, ate breakfast, drove my brother to school, went to school myself, went to soccer practice, picked up my brother and came home. This day was just like any other day. Nothing seemed off or scary. Except it was early dismissal and  my friend Sam told me that Professor Bean had found out his wife had left him and had a blow up during class.

Apparently, many things were thrown, such as his stapler, a few expo markers and the extra pencils he lets us borrow when we don't have one. And of course all of the papers on his desk went flying all over the room and then proceeded to rip his shoes and shirt off. Yikes. Luckily all the students ran out by this part, otherwise they would have caught a glimpse of something they really didn't want to see.

He wasn't a professor by the way, just a teacher at my high school, Haven High. No one knows why he makes us call him professor, but we get in big trouble when we don't use it. People use to make fun of him because of his name, but today I felt sorry for him and his wife.

"That's why you don't mail order a bride. They just marry you and then leave you for someone else!" My dad yelled, speaking more toward my brother Riley than to me. After I had just told him the full story from the grapevine via Sam.

Riley had this funny look on his face while he ate his waffles. He had become obsessed with eating waffles every day after he came home from school this year. Second graders must just have these phases.

"Leave him alone Dave! Riley would never do anything like that." Mom said as she leaned over and kissed Riley on the forehead who grinned at dad.

I snickered as my brother then proceeded to stick his tongue out at my father. My dad turned to me.

"Now don't you gang up on me too! Stuff like that can cause problems in your life and work force like it did to Mr. Bean." My dad said. He refuses to call him Professor Bean because he said he never received a doctorate degree and never taught in a college.

When they met at open house, Professor Bean corrected my father a million times that it was "Professor not Mr. Bean." My mom slapped him every time he still didn't call him professor, but my dad continued to call him Mr. I would have loved to have seen that.

Sam came over a little after I got home to hang out. We watch a few episodes of One Tree Hill, while complaining about how certain characters should or shouldn't be together.

"I don't understand why Lucas and Hailey just date already. They are best friends and just understand each other!" Sam yelled at the TV screen rather than me.

"Because he ends up with Peyton! He's been obsessed with her since episode one!" I yelled back as she sat in front of the rolling credits of the last episode we watched.

"Dinners ready! Sam are you staying?" My mom asked.

"No Mrs. Davenroe. My parents have instructed me to come straight over here then go right back home to feed my dog Snarl. Thank you for the invitation though." Sam replied.

She was always so formal and he parents were always out of town. Being rich had that effect on parents. You should have seen her parents faces when she brought home one of the ugliest dogs in the world and told them his name was Snarl and nothing else. She named him that after he growled at her Mom. She thought he was even more perfect then.

"Althea, I will see you tomorrow in Journalism. Tootles." Sam said as she walked out my front door.

"Such a strange young girl." My mom said, still leaning against the doorway to the kitchen. "She's the only person who still calls you by your full name."