"Questions," I asked my students who were either staring at my breast or not paying attention at all. Brian one of my least favorite kids raised his hand. I pretended to not see him Then he started doing that annoying thing kids do, waving his hand back and forth and going oh oh like a monkey. I had no choice but to acknowledge him.
"Yes, Brian" I put on a fake smile.
"Are those real?"
"Are what real Brian?"
"Your boobs?"
"That is a inappropriate question. I am not even going to dignify that with an answer."
"So they are fake."
"BRIAN TRACEY WILLIAMS GO STAND OUTSIDE," I took a deep breathe I can't be yelling at the students. "Brian please go stand outside and I'll be out there in a second."
"Party killer," He mumbled as he got out his seat and exited the classroom. I pinched the bridge of my nose in annoyance.
"Anyone have any questions about today's assignment," A smile spread across my face as I saw Tina raise her hand slowly.
"Yes Tina?"
"Ms. Watson, on the assignment you said you want us to write a week worth of diary entries as if we were living during a war. Do we write as a solider or a witness, or a family member of a solider?"
"That Tina is a great question," I moved around the classroom " You guys are going to write from the point of view of a solider. Explain to me the fears you have, what you have seen, how you feel,explain what is going on. I should be able to tell what war you are talking about from your diary entrees."
Mumbled mhms and yeahs filled the room as the school bell rung.
"See you tomorrow," I called out and went and put my head down on my desk. I could hear the door close but there were still footsteps in the classroom.
"Hey Ms. Watson," Crap Brian. Here we go.
"Yes Mr. Williams?"
"What are you doing Saturday night?"
"Grading papers, eating ice cream l, probably hang out with one of the guys."
"Ha. Them rich white boys. I don't see how you find any interest in them. Hell those one directioners are stupid those boys can't even sing."
I looked up at him and restrained from beating the living hell out of them.
"First Insult a directioner again and I will make sure I tell them and give them your address. Trust me you don't want that. Second those 'stupid white boys' raised money for starving and sick kids in Africa. You spend all your money on that dumbass limburgini out there. Final they can sing better than you can hum. I am so tired of directionators always saying they auto tune their voices. They have talent just because you don't have doesn't mean you can say stupid shit like that now get the fuck out my classroom."
"Fuck you."
"Something you could never do now goodbye Brian."
He slammed the door shut as he left. A second later Gemma came in as usual. She wore a confused expression I waved her off.
"Okay well whatever that was. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out. You know go shopping with the boys."
"The guys are going..shopping?"
"Yeah they have to go in two weeks. You know the Where We Are Tour starts."
"Shit, I forgot all about that."
