My parents Killed my bestfriend

My Parents Killed My Bestfriend Chapter 9

HeLLo my lovely fans nd everyone else who reads this. I hope ya enjoy this nd a happy really really late New Years. I woz gonna write on New Year's day but I woz totally nd utterly stumped on how to continue it from where I last stopped on...

Anywayz u hope you enjoy it nd I'm sorri if itz not the way u wanted it but like I sed I woz stumped so I kinda had to search through my mind to find a way to continue my story

And thatz 'bout it I guess...

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Recap:

"Sorry I'm la....," I stopped speaking and froze. Oh no, this could not be happening...

Chapter 9

Original P.O.V (Jamie)

I CANNOT believe what I was seeing. OHH EWW!! My mind will be totally screwed for millions and trillions of years to come.

The classroom was totally empty except for the fact that my Calculus teacher and my History teacher where grossly and DISGUSTINGLY making out on the desk. My Calculus teacher was a beer-belly, greasy-hair, short-stout of a man who always smelled like an old basement. He had dark brown eyes and his face always seemed to be etched into a permanent scowl. Overall, Mr Browne was a weird, freaky-looking 45 year-old guy. Ms Sanders was the complete opposite.

Ms Sanders had blonde hair with black streaks and had really wild, ecstatic blue-green eyes and a pale complexion. She was a slender, curvy 38 year-old. But the cool thing about Ms Sanders is that she had a younger, crazier side to her but, as she always informs us, "Fun doesn't go with teaching", and so she brings out her meaner, teacherly side.

But the shocking thing was that Mr Browne was already married and had 17 year old twins Rachel and Michael, who were identical twins and I was friendly with.

And Ms Sanders had a husband and had a 14 year-old son.

Wow, what a disgusting scandal.

Ms Sanders and Mr Browne still didn't acknowledge me.

"UHUMM," I fake coughed loudly.

Ms Sanders and Mr Browne jumped apart like they've been electrocuted and Ms Sander fixed her blouse and her velvet Channel skirt. They both looked at me and they're faces instantly turned pale.

"I uhh, we can umm uhh explain," Ms Sanders said, clearly flustered.

"Explain what miss? Why you and Mr Browne were swapping spit when you both clearly have loving families. I'm not married or anything but in a marriage, aren't you supposed to love and do "things" with your husband or wife? Not your co-workers. Even a 17 year-old like me knows that that is just utterly wrong. How would your kids feel if they found out their parents were cheating on each other with other people. What about your husband and your son Miss Sanders? How would they feel? 'Cause I'm pretty sure they would hate you for that. Is it seriously worth ruining your lives and your kids lives for having an illicit relationship," I said, finally done with speaking my mind on this atrocity.

Mr Browne and Ms Sanders were looking down, guilt all over their faces. They looked so hurt and ashamed of themselves, which made me feel bad 'cause it's not my concern 'cause it's got nothing to do with me.

"Look Ms Sanders and Mr Browne, I won't tell of what I saw or anything. It's got nothing to do with me and I shouldn't have ranted about what you should and shouldn't have been doing. Go on with your daily lives like this never happened and I'll go on with mine. We shall never speak of this again. Is that a deal?" I asked.

Ms Sanders and Mr Browne looked really relieved.

Wow, to be honest, I sounded like a total grown-up and stuff. Damn, I am never gonna do that again.