Life is a Killer Grade

Chapter 3: Unacceptable Punishment

Gosh, I hate the feeling that everything I do is wrong. I think to myself as I sit there, staring at the clock. Although Grace was here with me, the past 10 minutes have been dragging.

Mrs. C, my Science teacher, told the people in the class that cell phones or music isn't allowed. Like, seriously? They make school seem like I'm at home when I'm grounded. They've punished me enough. Can't I get a break?

"Why can't we use our phones?" asked a guy in the back of the room. Mrs. C turned around from the whiteboard.

"The office told me that the students aren't allowed to use them. Since you didn't do well, they punish you by making you read or do homework."

I looked at Grace with an angry, confused face. "They are definitely making it seem like we are their children! They can't just tell us that!" I was really ticked off. I clenched my fists so hard and Grace did the same.

Grace whispered back, "I know! They need to get over it! They act like it's the end of the world!" She was about to get up and punch the teacher, and I could easily tell.

Grace was easy to figure out. Her short blond hair made her look daring. She is shorter than I am by 4 inches. Grace can be really caring and always have your back. But when someone upsets her, she goes mad like Donkey Kong.

"I can't take it anymore!" yelled Grace. "Mrs. C, you are terrible for actually listening to them! Who cares about grades and crap like that?! Like, how can you be so stupid!? You're such a-"

Mrs. C cuts in, "Enough!"

Everyone in the room looked up at her. They were in shock. I was in shock. No one ever heard Mrs. C yell like that before.

"Go to the main office right now! I'm going to call them just to make sure you go there!"

Mrs. C's face was bright red. It didn't match her hair color, which is white. I know that because she doesn't know fashion like us students do.

Grace grabbed her stuff and headed for the door while yelling, "Well, it's better than being in this stupid place!" She then left the classroom.

Great... No phone, no music, and now, no best friend. How do I survive the next hour and 55 minutes?

"It'll be fine, Crystal. She's just ticked off," said a voice behind me. I turned around to find out that it was my friend Michael George. My eyes widened. I never even knew he was here.

Michael has a beautiful, dark skin tone, kind of like mine. His curly, short, brown hair was just perfect. He is shorter than me by 5 inches. I met him this year at the start of high school, and we've gotten to be great friends.

"Mike!" Mike is his nickname. "I didn't see you here! When did you get here?"

"I've been here for a while. I had class here before other people started coming," Mike said.

I start,. "Oh, that's cool! I got here 10 minutes ago. I, um... I didn't do good on my grades..." My smile turned into a small frown.

Mike replied, "Wow, really?"

"Yea... I'm not so smart," I say very embarrassed. "The subjects are hard for me. I've never been so great at them."

"It's okay. I'm not great, either. I got one A, two B's, two C's, and three D's," explained Mike. "School is dumb."

I answered, "Yea, I know! It sucks. For my grades I got two-"

"Crystal!" yelled Mrs. C. "I'm writing you up for talking and not doing something productive involving work!"

I quickly turned around. My eyes got wide and my mouth dropped. "What?!"

"Quiet!"

This was just FANTASTIC! Now, I'm in trouble! I barely did anything! This kind of punishment is unacceptable! I bet Grace is doing better than I am... Well... There goes my "Never Got Written Up or In Trouble" record... I'M DONE!

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