Me, My Teacher and Lies

Chapter 3

I had English Lit first this morning and I was starting to rethink my essay boycott and hand in the catch 22 piece, I mean I don’t want to get in trouble but I also want to make a point, I want to get my revenge making him read in detail about Harry Potter and I also want him to realise the Literary genius it is. I’m not obsessed with it or anything it’s just awesome and that’s the end of it.

By the time I made it to the classroom and took my seat I was set on handing in the essay, there is really nothing he can do about it, I’ve written it exactly how he wanted; it’s not my problem if he doesn’t like the book... it’s a little scary actually, how much I care about this but maybe I’m just crazy.

I took out my notebook and pen and started to doodle on the cover while everyone else filed in, feeling my heart beat erratically thinking about seeing Mr Greyson again... weird – it’s just the essay, I think. I looked up when I heard the clearing of a throat and saw Mr Greyson perched on the edge of his desk arms crossed in black pants and fitted white shirt with his dark brown hair all windswept looking straight at me, I looked down embarrassed and heard him clear his throat again before starting.

“Morning everyone could you all please –“ he was cut off by a knocking at the door.  “Come in”. Sam opened the door looking around and then rested his eyes on me, oh God what’s happened?

“What can I do for you Mr”?

“Uh Johnso,n but I prefer Sam. Uh is Claire James in here”? He asked knowing already.

“I believe so, right over there” he pointed right at me without having to look and Sam being Sam just walked right past him to my desk bowing to me and presenting me with a gigantic cookie on a stick like it was a red rose and I was his true love, both of which aren’t true; he loves the theatrics of life it’s why he took performing arts.

“Ma lady” I took it out of his hands embarrassed which he revelled in and wanting to laugh at the same time he bent low to whisper in my ear. “From Jenny she said she wanted them all to see mwahaha” at that I laughed out loud remembering her IM last night. “So of course she sent me”. I took the cookie from him and tapped him on the head with it.

“Thanks”.

“Not a problem see you at lunch” he stood up straight walked to the door, gave Mr Greyson a salute and left closing the door behind him. I looked up at the eerie silence to notice with horror that every single pair of eyes were trained on me, including Mr Greyson’s.

In a stern voice I didn’t think he possessed Mr Greyson spoke at me from across the room “In the future Miss James please tell your admirers to see you outside of class time”. I didn’t bother correcting him because after Sam’s performance few would believe it and I’d make a bigger scene, not to mention the fact I have no control over what Sam does.

“Yes Sir” I called, head held high knowing it wasn’t my fault. I just tucked my cookie away in my bag safely so I can devour it later.

“Right, now I’ll start again. Can you all please pass your homework forward, I’m going to grade it in class while you will start on the book I told you all to bring to today’s lesson so you can get started on the reading list, first to save any embarrassment, is there anyone who hasn’t done the homework”? When no hands rose he gave the nod for our papers to be passed forward, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked to my right seeing Tina was about to pass out.

“What’s wrong”? I asked concerned, almost half out of my seat to catch her if she fell out of her own seat.

“I haven’t done it! I completely forgot, oh my God, oh my God”.

“Why didn’t you say something when he asked”?

“I freaked out! He’s new, I didn't know how he’d react, my whole life I’ve never forgotten my work”. Oh shit, damn me and my stupid conscience.