Blood Type-O

Chapter 3: S is for School

I hated school. It wasn't so much the learning but the kids that made school difficult. So as I dodged teachers and straggling students I wasn't looking forward to the day  and with what my sister had told me it only double the chill in my stomach. I ducked into my classroom only minutes before the teacher. Thankfully my seat was in the back and it was easy to slip in before she saw.

Ms. Mien was a very tall and angular women and even though I had been with her for three years she was still a very imposing and commanding presence. She was known for her utter strictness and was rumored to have never smiled not even at her fourth marriage. Most of this was just talk but seeing her perminate frown made me wonder if it was true.

"Good morning class. Please open your science book to page 31 and pass up your essays  as well. One was about Blood theory and the other one was a choice topic from the history of Ring city," she said her heel clacking against the wood. She was on the prowl ready to catch the few shifty students who were scribbling quickly. I reached into my book bag and pulled out the two essay. I was not one for science- Especially blood theory but I didn't mind history and that essay was the one I felt the most confidently in. there are several sighs of despair as very papers make it to the front of the class. Ms. Mein looked at the pathetic little stack before turning a withering gave to our class. "Really? Most of you didn't do your homework."

No one answers the withering look doesn't let up she walked up a row of desks her heel clacking into the wood. It is the only sound. The classroom is as silent as a tomb. No one met her eyes. She then goes up and down the rows one by one taking her time. Her vulturous glare was looking for something. I tried to keep my eyes down on my desk but her movements made me nervous and fidgety. I did the homework, I thought. Then her heels stopped just a few desks from mine. She found her prey.

"Mr. Thompson, is this your hand writing ?" It isn't so much a question but a condemnation. She knows but what kind of teacher would she be if she didn't let her student come clean.  He was the boy who was so desperately trying to scribble something down at the last moment.

"Yes," he said  sounding more confident than he looked.

"Well then. I'll see you in detention where you can write the rest of the essay for the same grade your going to get-an F," she gave him a menacing smile, "I look forward to it. And the rest of you that did the same thing will be joining him," she made it a point to look at each and every student before returning to her desk.

I opened my book and let out a sigh of relief.  Never had I been so nervous about her. I guessed it had something to do more with my sister than the actual threat of detention. After all I had done my homework.

Ms. Mein had drawled through the very boring but tedious lecture on Blood theory seeing as over half of the class hadn't done the homework. But when she told us to take notes no one hesitated to open a notebook and scribble away as she talked. Seeing as I had already taken notes about Blood theory I had plenty of spare time to stew about Anise and the supposed boy of her dreams. I knew maybe I was being overly worried but she never talked about things coming from her dreams. She was too practical for that. Anise loved the science and reason way too much. Normally she was the one who would scold me for dreaming over one of my far away books.

"Ms.Wells?"

I glanced up from my stupor. Ms. Mein's glare cornered me.  I gulped.

"Now that you've rejoined us perhaps you could explain to us what Blood theory and the Rabids have in common?" She asked retreating to the front of the room. All eyes were glued to me. I knew the answer. I did the essay but it chilled me and my brain got fuzzy. Oh great. My vision started to blacken. I concentrated on breathing anything do that I didn't have an episode. Not now. Not now. It became my silent anthem. "Ms. Wells anytime now."