The Winning Team

Chapter 7

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Story belongs to Danielle Richardson

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Chapter 7

 The sun shined in the area brightly, making everything look beautiful and somewhat green because of all the trees around. The birds were chirping happily, but I wished they wouldn’t. Nothing should be happy if I wasn’t. I wished it was raining instead. That would have made my designated task easier anyways.

  I darted behind the tree quickly, hearing muffled voices. No one should see me. That would lead to trouble. I'd been following Mrs. Francis since the day before, hoping she'd do something shame-worthy. But she hadn't done anything yet.

  I could hear Mrs. Francis clearly, talking to someone whose voice I did not recognize. I listened harder, trying to make it out, but to no avail.

  Eventually, I decided that it was best to just take a quick peek.

  I was met with the most horrifying sight of my life.

  Mrs. Francis stood, pressed up against a tree in a hot make out session.

  With the guy from my algebra class.

  Who was the same age as me.

  His hands were tangled in her hair and hers around his neck as they continued to kiss passionately. I watched as his hands travelled lower until they were cupped around her butt. I turned my head away quickly.

  The first thought that came to me was:

  What?

  I had expected to find some dirt on Mrs. Francis, but I’d never thought I’d find an entire truck load of dirt.

  By now, I had already darted back behind the tree, my ears trying to block out the   lust-filled heavy breathing of my teacher and Algebra Boy.

  Now was the time to seize my chance.

  I reached into my pocket, grabbing the camera that I always had on me lately.

  Making sure to take off the flash, I looked from behind the tree and turned in the direction of Mrs. Francis, trying to pretend that I wasn’t completely disgusted by what I was witnessing.

  I took about three pictures of them.

  But that wasn’t enough.

  I had to make sure that people wouldn’t second guess the fact that this was the teacher they had all known and loved for years, the one who had taught both them, and their children. I had to make sure she was never trusted again. I had to make sure she’d hate herself so much, that she’d want death.

  I concealed the camera in some of the tree’s leaves, making sure that it would have a clear view. Then, I turned on the video recorder.

  I shot the video until Mrs. Francis and Algebra Boy, parted with one final kiss. Mrs. Francis turned in the cameras direction once, giving a clear view of her face.

  Now everyone would be absolutely sure.

  The thing is, people have to know who to trust.

  And they always trust the wrong people.

  Just like me.