Whirlwind

01 | etre á l'ouest

Every student has always had that familiar anxiety that flows through your bloodstream whenever you're put on the spot from your teacher. It can probably be about a question from the lesson or if you have been distracting the class. In my case, my not-so-favorite, grumpy, chemistry teacher caught me wandering off in the middle of a micro-titration lesson.

The reason being was I stayed up all night studying for my government test; however, I had a worksheet to do my economics test, which would be a major grade.

To add to that, today was a rainy day, and if you know me, I always tend to be distracted by the rain.

So, yes, I'm not going to cover myself and put on a defensive coat over me. I completely address my faults. Don't make it seem like I'm the only one that sleeps in class, especially when it's boring.

"Ms. Richards, what gives you the audacity to not pay attention during my lesson?" Mrs. Hudson was clicking the tip of her heel on the floor indignantly.

The class was sending me amused expressions as they basked in the ambiance of my doom. Since I've never really given attention to myself in class, everyone would be interested whenever "the silent girl" made a mistake.

I really had the nerve to piss off the strictest teacher in school. Hoping that she wouldn't give me a punishment, "No, Mrs. Hudson, I didn't mean to. I just-"

"Don't talk, Ms. Richards. If I catch you again, I will not hesitate to send you a slip straight to detention," She huffed, bringing her hand to click on the next slide of the presentation. Yeah, she was pissed off.

Groaning and wishing I was inside the deepest hole on Earth, I resorted to dropping my head down low and drawing a couple doodles on my paper to ease my the stress bottled up. I felt a few people staring at me, which kept my heart rushing a bit, but not in a good way. My face was steaming in embarrassment at the recollection of what happened. I imagine myself remembering this moment and cringing millions of times before I got over it.

I guess my chances of asking for a good recommendation letter from her is dwindling.

All I wished for was for the bell to ring any minute now.

As if the heavens answered my prayers, it rang, and my heart rate lowered to relax.

My classmates hurriedly pushed their supplies into their bags to go to their next class. Rushing to collect my things inside my backpack as well, I wanted to leave the classroom as soon as possible.

"I hope to see improvement tomorrow, Ms. Richards," Mrs. Hudson stared at me above her bifocals, clearly disappointed.

Pressing my lips into a fine line, "Of course, Mrs. Hudson." Thanks for the embarrassment. I patted myself on the back for sputtering the words without revealing my nervous feelings. I left the classroom with the weight on my shoulder gone, and my dignity intact--for now.

"Em!" I heard my friend, Violet, yell over to me as I walked down the hallway. Her boyfriend, Sam, was walking beside her as she approached me.

Stretching her arms into a hug, Violet squeezed me tightly. "Did you see the picture of my senior photos? Didn't I look amazing?"

"No, you looked like shit," Violet eyed me sadly, but she simply laughed it off jokingly and hugged me even tighter.

"Bitch, I love your sarcasm. It's the most admirable part of you," releasing me momentarily, "And you look like shit too."

Some people in the hallway eyed the both of us weirdly, but I returned their gaze with a glare. It has always been a school mystery about how Violet and I became friends. Long-story-short, we became friends immediately after we got over hating each other in the sixth grade. I thought she was annoying at first and she thought I was annoying too, which defined a normal"friendship" in middle school. We quickly got over our differences once we realized we didn't hate each other as much as we hated everyone else.