Hunting For Love [student/teacher]

III (pic of Brandon Beemer as Mr. Seth Millington)

Three
*Edited*

I stayed in detention today after school with Mr. Millington in his class. He didn't entered the classroom until fifteen minutes later when he caught me using his laptop.

Mr. Millington had his both hands inside of his fancy pants pocket and I wasn't nervous at all or scared.

"I won't say I'm sorry for using your laptop. I mean," I stood up, "it was there so I was intrigued to know," I told him.

"Ms. Hensley," he paused to look at my eyes for second, "I have read some of your records in the system. And it looks like that you have been expelled three times for brawling and for spray painting in the cafeteria," he said.

"Yeah. So?" I said confused.

"Is there any particular good reason you're behaving like - I don't know - an insane student," he asked me.

"I do not have to answer that question," I stood up, "you can call me crazy or insane bitch but I'm not dumb," I explained.

"I wasn't calling you dumb, Ms. Hensley. You look very...wise for everything," he said smiling wide.

I smiled, "well thank you, Mr. Millington. By the way, every teacher should always babysit teens like me, here in detention. Never leave students alone or we'll do something stupid," I smirked with a giggle.

"Thanks for the warning," he responded by sitting on the edge of his desk.

"It wasn't a warning. It's a fact," I passed around him and sat down on the chair desk in front of Mr. Millington's wooden desk.

~*~

I was home heading towards my bedroom when my mother called my name out.

"Robin? Dinner time," my mother shouted.

"Don't call me Robin, mother," I sat down on the chair and gulping a whole glass of water.

My mother spoke, "one of your teachers called me today to say that you got a detention today for texting in class."

Here comes the speech from my mother. She actually sometimes bitch-talk about stupid things and I have to listen to every shit about it.

"Mom..." I sighed, "I don't want to talk. I want everything silent and leave me eat my food in peace, okay?" I looked at her.

"R-Robin," she whispered.

Suddenly, my mother dropped her fork and fell to the floor breathing heavily.

"Mom?!" I yelled, "Mom! Mom!" I quickly stood up and notice that she wasn't breathing.

"Mommy, please. Mom!"

I grabbed my phone from my pocket behind me and dialed nine-one-one when immediately I heard someone on the other line of the phone.

"911. What is your emergency?" She kindly said.

"I need help. My mother isn't breathing. Need an ambulance, please. Help please," I sobbed in tears.

"The ambulance is heading your way. Please stay on the line."

Before she said, I just disconnected the call and tried to shake her but it was useless, she wasn't moving at all nor breathing.

"Mom, please wake up," I cried out.

Hospital

It has been two or three hours here at the hospital and yet I haven't heard any news about my mother.