Benefits With My Teacher

BWMT- 09

09

So in St. Jude’s we had to choose our extra classes fast before they get full and unluckily for me I had no clue about that. Language was already full, the last spot taken by some student in a lower year than me. And guess what I got stuck with, Drama. I’m so lucky- note the sarcasm.

With a pair of scissors and an X-Acto knife and a bunch of colored scraps of paper in front of me, I scowled. Not only I was stuck in drama, I was in staff duty. Not that I wanted to actually act, no that is so not on my to do list, I just wasn’t the creative type.

I’m not alone though. Dylan got stuck with being the staff in the drama class because he was too lazy to enroll in other classes earlier. Ha said that he just waited for the last remaining class that wasn’t full because he got language by doing that last year and now, well never mind. And he was on the wall/ board painting duty, a job better than mine which was cutting large pieces of paper. All he needed to do was follow the color instructed to him to the already sketched board. Lucky ass.

“Shit!” I growled, placing the already bleeding left index finger around my handkerchief. I cut myself with the knife, accidentally. I looked up and found almost everyone staring at me weirdly. Of course, how would you look at a person who just swears in mid air? I managed a sheepish grin at everyone, including the supervising teacher, Ms. Johnson.

“What happened?”

“Nothing Dylan.” I smiled at him, still squeezing my bleeding finger. “Hey, um, you have some rubbing alcohol or something?”

“For what?”

I unwrapped my finger from my handkerchief, showing him a bloody mess. He grimaced at the sight and pointed at his backpack which was just beside him. I knelt down and opened his bag, careful not to brush my finger against it and leave a stain. As soon as I got the bottle, I poured some of it to my cut which by the way hurt like hell.

“Shit, shit!” I kept cursing under my breath. When the pain finally left, I closed his bag and tapped lightly on his shoulder to say thanks but I guess he wanted a favor ‘cause what he did was well, embarrassing.

Dylan was holding a bright green paint dipped paintbrush and when he turned to me, the paint that was supposedly dripping from the brush splattered all over me. Spots of bright green paint were now all over my uniform.

At a glance, everyone and I mean everyone started laughing at me when I cursed yet again out loud. My face started heating up.

“Kate...I…am…so…sorry!” Dylan said, laughing with everyone else.

“Dylan!” I barked out loud.

With a deep sigh, I grabbed my bag by the wall and went up to Ms. Johnson.

“Excuse me Ms. Johnson but I really need to remove this stains from me.” I gritted through my teeth.

“Sure darling.” Ms. Johnson smiled but it was so obvious he was hiding her laugh.

I twisted my heel and walked out of the auditorium where we were. I kept walking until I bumped onto someone’s chest making me fall out of balance and fall.

“I’m sorry M-” I looked up and saw Mr. West who was now also laughing. “What happened to you?”

“Shut up!” I said almost instantly, my face probably getting redder and redder every second. Using the palm of my hands, I pushed myself up and now ran towards the gym which was the closest place with a bathroom and my gym clothes were there, maybe I had an extra shirt or something.

I yanked out the tie which also had paint on it off me and unbuttoned a couple of the buttons from my blouse. I thought that the gym was pretty much empty since it was almost the end of classes and thank heavens it was.