“Mr. Holden, you had better get your arrogant little butt back in this class room before I call the security guard! Again!”
Yeah, Ms Lindburg didn’t care for me all that much. Okay, I shouldn’t lie to you guys , she sort of, really hated me. Well, I guess I don’t quite blame her. But, hey! I can’t help it! I just love making her mad, the way her face turns as red as the cheap felt mall Santa suits, and you can practically see the stem curling out of her ears. Ah, it’s fantastic. Oh, and sometimes, when I make her really mad, I can see a little vein popping out of her forehead. I’ve grown to love that little vein. I’ve affectionately dubbed it ‘Ed.’ Perfect, right?
I propped my elbow up on the door frame and flashed my adoring English teacher my ‘I know you want to throttle me, but that’s illegal’ grin. Still grinning, I scanned her forehead. Yes! There was Ed, throbbing nicely in the very middle of her wrinkled forehead. Ah, I’d missed that little guy. I waggled my fingers at Ed, and still grinning, slowly backed out of the doorframe. Ed bulged out even further and Ms Lindburg’s face grew an even deeper shade of scarlet.
“Mr. Holden, don’t you dare-“
“Love you too, Ms Lindburg!”
I blew a kiss in her direction, and booked it.
I swear, for 30 seconds, there was complete silence, other than the rhythmic pounding of my shoes on the linoleum. Then, it was completely shattered. I could hear Ms Lindburg’s ear splitting howls of outrage ricochet throughout the entire building. It’s a good thing she cursed in French, because let’s just say what she was screaming was not pretty.
