Scrambled

Chapter 4

The school bell rang as we entered our classroom. We plopped down in our seats in the front of the classroom. We received a smile from our favorite professor. Mr. Wellington was very nice and we loved our Literature class. i guess it was a pretty good combination for school. Today's lesson is Romanticism. Technically, we're just focusing on William Wordsworth but my mind just wasn't on its A game today. Plus, I had already reported that in class so I was okay to just shut down and take it easy.

"Violet, could you please name to the class a poem of William Wordsworth?"

I stood up and recited. He smiled and I sat back down. There was a tapping sound somewhere to my right. Tap, tap. I grinned. Of course. Now let's see here... I calculated the dots and dashes and deciphered the code. Alice said: Got a message from Terep. Should I?

I thought for a while before responding. She patiently waited and sat back in her chair.

I tapped my response. Nah.

Several taps later she said: Why not?

I tapped: Ever heard of hard to get?

I saw her tilt her head back and she tapped back: Fine.

Morse Code. Still lovin' it.

The class ended and we stood up and waved good-bye to Mr. Wellington and made our way to the next class.

Now, everything has a price. If Mr. Wellington is a perfect teacher the Madame Devon was the devilish teacher there ever was. We started with a pop quiz and a 300 sentence essay topping it all off with another unsurprisingly dull lecture with all her crude comments about everything. All in an hour and a half. That woman is like a super villain who has super talents yet uses them for the wrong things. The bell finally rang and we stood up to leave but the bell didn't stop with just one ring. Three rings. I flashed my head back to the school handbook which said in Chapter 8 section 3 subsection 7:  If you hear three rings, it stands for a fire. I was very calm and actually quite happy.  I chewed my lip in guilt. Oh well, me and Alice should just get home already. We locked hands and rushed out of the school looking perplexed while holding in any inappropriate laughter.

We took the long way home as always. We always liked looking at the scenery. Taking the short path would mean seeing houses and the likes but this shortcut was much more greener. Only two things happened: One, we got a text saying school was suspended for the whole week! Looks like the school is actually damaged. Sorry school, but this is cool for us teens. The next thing that happened was that Alice totally tripped over a poor little dog. I was bent over from laughing so hard while we both tried to calm the poor little critter by petting it. I guess little dogs don't like being tripped over by red headed girls. I was tearing up when we said good-bye to the dog and managed to reach the door.

Alice took out the keys and unlocked the door. We walked in to find a disastrous sight.