$ugga Momma (Old Version)

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Lea crumbled up a piece of paper and tossed It into the blue bin that sat on the other side of the library. It laid to rest with the countless other scribbled pages that failed to make it inside. "This is stupid! Why can't I just see your paper?"

"You can't copy my paper. Everyone has to write something different." Brooke reasoned writing every single letter carefully.

"Why do we need to know about history, though? We need to think about the future!"

Watching her tilt her chair back until it was standing on only two feet Brooke sighed and looked back at her paper. "We learn about it, so we don't repeat it."

Chewing the lid of her pen Lea looked over and smiled, "Are you OCD or something?"

She laughed, "No I'm not."

Raising one eyebrow Lea decided not to ask any further.

Straightening her notebook Brooke looked at her paper. Everyone always thought she had that issue but technically she did not. She had never been diagnosed unlike her father who was told years ago about his OCD. It didn't seem like an issue to them but to others it was. Apparently it's weird to be perfectionist. Who knew?

"Well I was told you met Mrs. Davidson."

"Uh ya, I did."

"She's a bitch huh?"

Brooke nodded slightly and saw her friend chew her gum aggressively.

"I heard she works out back and away from kids because she once threw a chair at a kids head."

"That's..." Brooke tried finding the right words. "Crazy." She never understood gossip.

"She's fucking hot though huh?"

Opening her mouth slightly the pale brunette thought about her answer. She wouldn't say."hot." But she didn't know how else to put it. She had never met anyone as powerful and scary as that woman who had merrily glanced at her for a few seconds. The way she towered over everyone and made the strongest hide so she could pass through the hallway without any obstacles was astounding. Why was she so scary? Was it the way her blue eyes seemed to look right through you to make you feel invisible or was it the way her voice carried promises?

Promises that you didn't want.

Promises that she decided upon and you couldn't say no to them.

Her father always warned her: "There are the wild naive ones and the dangerously intelligent. Your mother was as dangerous as they came." That meant a lot to her growing up because at first she just thought her mother was really smart, but as she matured Brooke realized it meant so much more than that.

Seeing the librarian wall over she sighed relieved knowing she didn't have to answer the question after all. She didn't want to get in any conversation like that with either of her friends. She knew for a fact if she even slightly showed any interest with anything that had a pulse they would go into overdrive.

"Brooke the office called for you."

Giving a pretend disappointed frown she started putting her stuff in her bag, "Have fun with that paper."

Rolling her eyes Lea scoffed, "Yea, whatever."

Basically sprinting out the room Brooke made her way into the main office where quite country music played in the background. "You called for me?"

The secretary looked up slightly and smiled taking her glasses off, "Yes Brooke. Why don't you sit down? I'm Pauline by the way. I don't think we got to meet when you started school."

"Nice to meet you." Brooke whispered doing as she was told slowly making her way to the couch. Clearing her throat, she looked around anxiously, "Why was I called in here?"

"Mrs. Davidson called for you."

Brooke froze. That woman's southern accent bounced off the walls and echoed in her ears. Suddenly her palms started to sweat and her anxiety made sense.

"I wouldn't give it much thought darlin'." Pauline stated noticing the girls sudden fidgety state. "I'm just finishing up one thing, and I'll help you out." Sliding her glasses down Pauline tried read the words on her computer.

Nodding Brooke said nothing and listened to the hum of her desk fan. It was old and dusty but still worked very well, it made Pauline's short curly hair fly back whenever it turned towards her. Somehow its rhythm was louder than the music in the background.

Clasping her hands together and letting her legs hang from the ripped leather couch she watched a student come out from the principals office and leave.

Once he did Pauline got up slowly and waved Brooke over.

Confused she did as she was told and furrowed her eyebrows when Pauline put her finger over mouth. Sitting down and breathing heavily from that sudden amount of work she threw off her glasses and gave Brooke a folded piece of paper. "She can be a little mean so don't be afraid to come get me if she starts bothering you."

Surprised at what she said The younger girl nodded. Other students had many things to say about the secretive teacher, but she didn't expect another staff member to have such opinions about her.

"She has this smile Brooke." Pausing she listened to students walk past the office and disappear down a hallway, "She's not from around here."

"Thank you." Brooke whispered opening the paper and walking back to her backpack. Slinging it over her shoulder, She read the map and followed it carefully. The school was built so oddly that finding a simple detached office was like trying to find a treasure, nevertheless Her heart was still beating roughly. She didn't know why Mrs. Davidson had called and requested to see her because she didn't even know what her job was, but it couldn't be anything bad. She was an A student that never did anything bad.

Stopping and slowly lifting her head Brooke breathed out of her mouth and counted to herself slowly. The building was recluse compared to the others, but it stood out in such an odd way. It was newer and more modern. It's white tin room reflected the sun onto her eyes so she raised her hand to give herself some shade.

Walking up the dark oak steps she folded the map up neatly and placed the paper in the sleeve that held her germ ex. Raising her fist to continue her journey Brooke jumped hearing a voice.

"You're slower than the government."

Looking at the window beside the door Brooke examined the blonde haired woman leaning half way out while sucking on a tootsie pop. Slowly she brought her hand down,"I was told you wanted to see me."

The woman grinned. There was nothing soothing about her smile, in a way it made Brooke's chest hurt worse.

Disappearing through the window Mrs. Davidson made some loud noises as she unlocked the door and waved the younger girl in. "If you say something about the mess, you clean the mess."

Taking only one step in Brooke looked around hopelessly. Trash, messes, and disorganization ran through the room but it all led to a desk where the blonde woman now sat looking through her jumbled papers.

"Close the fucking door."

Not even fazed by her harsh words Brooke took her hand sanitizer out and made her way to the desk.

"You're a smart cookie I've heard."

She nodded not really listening to her words.

Mrs. Davidson propped her feet up on the desk and watched the girl rub her hands together, "You've taken all the classes you can take."

"Well yes, but I've taken all of them this year so I don't have much free time."

"You have study hall."

Holding her backpack up to her chest Brooke nodded still looking around.

"I can help you get into whatever college you want."

This caught the girl's attention,"You can?"

Mrs. Davidson wiggled her eyebrows and licked her candy. "I have an offer." Taking her feet down and throwing the rest of her Loli away she leaned forward and rested her head in her hands, "During study hall you come help me with whatever I want and I'll give you a good recommendation."

"And your recommendation would be good because?"

Slightly annoyed by her question the woman squinted her eyes, "My husband is a politician."Tilting her head slightly she reminded herself to be nicer, "We could help each other so much."

"Can I sleep on it?"

Picking up the newspaper Mrs. Davidson shrugged, "I need an answer by lunch."

Excited Brooke jumped out of her seat, "Thank you so much!"

Pushing the edge of the paper down with her pointer finger Mrs. Davidson watched the girl leave. The way she closed the door so carefully before saying goodbye was endearing. Throwing the paper on the ground and opening a new Candy the blonde woman threw her head back to read the quote she had taped onto the ceiling.Real hunters don't chase, they set traps.

That was all she needed to know.