Adapting and Conquering (The story of Bertha's rise and fall)

Chapter Eleven

I stood outside of the Spanish classroom, breathing deeply. This would go on my attendance record! Normally, I would have worried about what my mom would say, but after our fight, I think she is a little scared of me.

Finally, I push the door open. Immediately, Mr. Crowe says "Where do you think you're going?"

"To my seat?" I mumble.

"Not until you tell me why you're late." Mr. Crowe demands.

"I overslept," I mutter.

"Is your beauty sleep more important than learning?"

I turn to face Mr. Crowe. I know what he's trying to do. I know he's trying to embarrass me in front of the class.

I told myself that I'm the new Bertha now, and instead of apologizing, I raise my head and look him in the eye. "Yeah, actually it is," I retort, my voice laced with sass.

Mr. Crowe stands frozen with shock for 5 seconds, and I'm already sashaying to my seat when he recovers. "Bertha! That is no way to talk to a teacher! For that you are getting a write up!"

I freeze. Fine. He can play like this.

"Actually Mr. Crowe," I say, digging through my bag for my phone. I unlock it and open up a file. "I just so happened to stumble across this report or file of you, from your old school." It was a write-up on him for faking his teaching degree and knowledge of Spanish. I watch shock play on his face.

"Bertha-"

"Wait a second...Then I found..." I pull up another file on my phone. "This!" I flash my phone screen at him. His criminal record. Assault and harassment on minors. "So I think you aren't qualified to give me a write-up, as you can see why you shouldn't even be qualified to be a teacher." I conclude, my voice sweet and poisonous at the same time.

Everyone in the room is staring, wondering what I just pulled up on my phone. Hey, he started this, not me. This is a result of his actions.

He looks opens his mouth to say something, and then thinks better of it. He looks at me for a long time, while I stand with my arms crossed, smirking.

Finally I say "See, I wasn't going to tell anyone, because you used to be my favorite teacher, but as you decided to verbally harass one of your hardest working students, I think maybe I made a mistake in not telling anyone. I don't think my parents would want a teacher who has not only faked his teaching and Spanish degree in the past, but has also assaulted minors on multiple accounts."

That's it. Everyone knows now. His career is ruined. I ruined it.

"Is that really true Bertha?" asks Sara.

"Don't believe me? I'll show you." I reply. I walk up to Mr. Crowe's computer and log in. I pull up both files on the big screen on the wall. "This" I point to the screen. "This is our teacher. Do you guys want this kind of teacher?"

A shocked gasp collected across the classroom. I locked eyes with Jacob and he was looking at me like he never had before. I grinned and faced Mr. Crowe.

His face was the color (and the shape) of a ripe tomato and he was sputtering and spitting out indecipherable words. "That-that's a false document," he finally managed to get out.

"Oh really?" I answered and pulled up several CNN accounts on a teacher that went by the name of Mr. Evans, but looked exactly like Mr. Crowe. According to them, he was currently being searched for by the police in Texas.

"Do any of these reports look fake?" I asked.

I had him stumped, and he seemed at a loss for words. Suddenly his face erupted into tears and his short, stubby legs ran out of the classroom, followed by the sound of his sobs. The classroom was dead silent, and I looked at the kids. Every one of them was gaping at me with open mouths. Suddenly, Jacob stood up and started clapping. Soon, everyone in the class followed suit. I heard cries of "Bertha you saved us!" and "Omg, who would have known without Bertha!" I was extremely pleased with myself.

Eventually someone asked "What's gonna happen to Mr. Crowe?"

"Yeah" Someone else echoed. "Is he going to jail?"

"I think so!" I replied. "I mean, the police are looking for him in Texas, so there's a good chance, since I'm sure he'll be reported soon by one of you...I guess we'll have to find out tomorrow!"

Just then the bell rang.

Everyone got up, with astonished expressions still stuck to their faces. I walked up to Jacob, and he was grinning at me wildly. "Sooo, how'd you like that?" I asked.

"That was incredible! If not for you we would have to be stuck with him for the rest of the year!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah, I know." I claimed, and I flipped my hair back.

"How did you manage to do that?"

"Well a little snooping around on the internet can give you extraordinary results."

Jacob laughed, a sound that filled me with happiness. "Why don't you come with me to my locker?"

"Of course!" I replied.

We exited the classroom, being followed by plenty of classmates with abundances of pats on the back, and "Thank you so much Bertha!"s. I didn't think this day could get any better.

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