Loving your best friend

bad day

Dedicated to my baby sis. My boo-boo CakeDemon101 who's 13 today! Welcome to teenville Kiki! It's sucks here but I'm sure you'll love it. 😘

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Michael's favorite Disney princess is Mulan. Something about a girl dressing up as a guy and enlisting in the army to prevent her ill father from having to fight is endearing to him, I guess. Well... she did save the whole of China, so I guess she's pretty cool. What amazed me most was how Michael actually joined our conversation yesterday and made pretty interesting observations on Disney shows and characters and he kept blushing and stumbling through the whole thing. It was kind of cute. I smiled to myself and then I realized what I was doing and instantly scowled. 

Michael Bertrand was not cute. He was a chair-stealing menace who sat in the lap of poor unsuspecting girls for fun. A modern day Jeffrey Dahmer but instead of hearts, he preyed on young girls' innocence.

I drew a stick figure on my notepad and started scribbling across it while mumbling, "Stupid, good-for-nothing, Disney-loving, lap-sitting-in, deep-voice-having Michael. So annoying. I hate him gosh!" I finished my art piece and let out a long hiss as I slammed my pencil into my desk.

"ANDREA WISDOM! You must have a good reason for disrupting me in the middle of my lesson!"

Oh sugarcookies! I completely forgot I was in economics class. I probably spaced out because it was so boring. It's not my fault a blank page in my jotter was more interesting than Mr.  Wilson's lesson on internal economies of scale. I rolled my eyes. Oh snickerdoodles, he's walking toward me. ABORT MISSION! HIDE ALL EVIDENCE! ABANDON SHIP! MAY DAY! I tore out the notepad sheet and crumpled it to a ball.

He stopped his raging march at my desk. I put on my bright-as-Nicki-Minaj's-2011-VMAs-dress smile. "Good morning, Mr. W. lovely day we're having, isn't it?" We looked out the window to see dark clouds hovering over a bleak, gray sky. Tater tots! Couldn't things just go my way for once?! And I didn't even bring my umbrella out from the dorms.

I was still whining internally when someone cleared their throat beside me. I set my eyes to the scene before me and noticed that Mr. Wilson was still standing over me and 19 extra pairs of eyes were now glued to me and watching my every move. Who knew distracting the teacher and disrupting a class could get you so much attention. I gave the peace sign to my classmates with my free hand.

Mr. Wilson's eyes shifted ominously around my being and then focused on my left hand. What's he looking at? Why's everyone following his gaze? I also focused my gaze on my left hand which was in a loose grip around my former art piece which was now its final resting form as a crumpled ball of despair. 

"What is that?"

I closed my eyes and prayed silently. Dear God, please get me out of this situation and I promise I'll let Michael sit on my chair for a day. No scratch that, a meal. Thunder rumbled loudly outside. Fine, fine, a day. I love you. Amen.

I opened my left eye and Mr. Wilson was still standing there. So I guess God's not planning to pull a Moses on Mr. Wilson. Okay, Andi. You got this. Remember, you're great at handling awkward situations.

"So you see Mr. W. this is... I mean... It's just an ordinary sheet of paper from my jotter. See." I held up the paper. "And it's trash anyway, so I'm just gonna throw this away." I tried to slip out of my desk and head to the bin at the front of class but my only exit was obstructed by what I assumed was 80kg of economics teacher.