Babysitting the Boy I Hate

Chapter 16-That Helps

There is still currently fifteen minutes left of 7th hour.

I was sitting quietly in the back of the classroom at my desk. At the moment the whole class is working on what I assume is an easy worksheet but I  didn't pay attention anyways because I just got it done in a breeze. I finished about 10 minutes ago, so I'm just reading on my phone because everyone was so focused on their paper and I didn't want to interrupt the class' moment of silence.

It was literally one of those moments that it was so quiet you could hear a pen drop.
I was enjoying just sitting there reading until an annoying pattern of ringing started coming from the schools phone up by the teachers desk.

As I looked at my teacher she looked startled to say the least but quickly regained his composure and recovered. She answered the phone as she usually does. "Ms. Carter speaking." She said in her very cheerful, positive voice.

I studied her, I was low key trying to figure out who was on the other line of the phone and what they could possibly be talking about. Now that I think about it. . . I do this often actually.

After a moments pause, her face scrunched up, she looked utterly confused. "Pardon?" Ms. Carter said, trying to understand.

After a short moment of silence, her facial expressions were back to normal. "I'll send her right down." She said. Now I was curious. 'Is it about Amy? Maybe she's going home.' I thought as I looked across the room at her. Amy's the shy type, honestly I think I've only heard her talk no more than four times in the past two year- my thoughts got interrupted when I thought I heard my name called loudly.

"Renae?" Ms. Carter called for me, looking around the classroom. "Yes?" I questioned quietly. Suddenly all eyes were on me. Once she saw me in the back of the class, she said. "Ahh, there you are. Well it seems you are leaving early, so pack up your stuff and before leaving please give me your worksheet." She kindly asked as she smiled sweetly and then readjusted her black framed glasses.

I nodded showing that I understood her orders and mumbled just loud enough to were she could barely hear me. "of course." And gathered my belongings that were placed neatly on my desk. After doing so, I quietly got up and walked to the front of the class to hand her the paper she asked for without saying a word I turned around headed for the classroom door.

After leaving the Ms. Carters class, I quickly looked down the hall, seeing no one. Downstairs is where my locker is. I needed to hurry, I'm sure it's my mum picking me up; but I have no idea why but she's one impatient person. I grabbed mostly everything out of my locker except for a red sweater; which I barely ever wore anyways.

Just down the hall a little was the main office, where I'm guessing mom is waiting. I practically jogged down the hall so I didn't have to hear a lecture from my mom babbling on about how slow I am.

Eventually I reached the office door and huffed, trying to even out my breathing. "Oh, hey mom." I said when I looked up at her.

"Come on dear." She said opening the door of the office and walking out of the school. "Did you forget you have a very important thing to do today?" She asked rushing to leave and pushing one of the doors of the school open.

"Uhh. . . I'm not sure, -oh wait okay, yeah the babysitting." I said finally remembering what exactly I had to do.

"Speaking of, do you even know if I'm watching a boy or girl?" I asked my mom.

Getting in her car she said. "I don't know for certain, we talked briefly her and I"

"Oh, that helps." I said and sighed resting my elbow on the ledge of the window, looking outside.