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Friday, March 7th 1975

"Julia, pay attention and stop drawing!" The teacher yelled. 

That woman knows how to scare the crap out of a student.

"Pardon me, Mrs. Couare, but I was paying attention b-" 

"Oh I noticed, your grades are so wonderful-" she said sarcastically. 

She's not just scary, she's also a total chump! 

"Oh believe me, my grades were awesome before you managed to make this subject boring." 

"Oooh", the whole class whispered curiously. Not in a Wicked kind of way...

"You can show your wannabe-bad-ass-attitude on Saturday with Mr. Kingsley, in detention." Mrs. Couare said

And that's when the class goes Wicked "Ooooh". 

Damn Mrs. Square, you really know how to piss me off. I lay my head on the table and try to survive this lesson.

{30 minutes later}

Finally, 50 minutes of hell are done. Sketchbook-laying-on-my-desk-at-home, here I come- 

"Miss. McAlliston, care to stay for a minute?" 

No.

I turn around and see it's Mr. Kingsley, Mr. I'm-Gonna-Force-You-To-Come-To-School-On-Saturdays-Ahahahahah. 

I fake a smile and say "Sorry Roger, I have to book, my-" 

"Your sketchbook is waiting for you? I don't think so, come on in." 

I don't know how to explain what type of person Mr. Kingsley is. It's not as easy as Mrs. Couare, she's a total spaz and blobfish-looking teacher. She's also very stern and mean and she has a favorite student, (who definitely isn't me). Mr. Kingsley is... normal? Pretty boring if you ask me, but he's not a bad person. Thing is, if all the teachers in school would be superheroes or villains, he would be a normal person thinking "Jeepers Creepers, what's going on?!". 

He stands by the door, waiting for me to enter the classroom. I whisper "Bogus" to myself while rolling my eyes and enter the empty classroom. 

"Take a seat" he says. 

While I'm making my way to the seat in the middle of the classroom he adds "in the front row." I put the chair back and sit at the table in front of the teacher's desk. Mr. Kingsley sits on his desk and looks at me. 

"Hello Julia" he greets me.

"Heya Roger" I reply in an annoyed tone. 

We sit there still, Mr. Kingsley looks at me as if he's waiting for me to say something, I just don't know what. 

"I heard about your encounter with Mrs. Couare." 

"Well I guess word travels fast in this school, am I right Roggie?" I smile at him, but he doesn't return it. 

That's my cue to stop I guess.

"Julia,  should I be worried about you?" Mr. Kingsley asks.

Why should he be worried? 

"Oh please, don't waste your time being worried about  me. I'm fineeeee!" Mr. Kingsley nods and we fall silent again. 

It was turning into an awkward situation, so I thought "Why not break the silence?".

"Well, Roger, it was nice seeing you after school, but I should really get going because my sketchbook is missing me too much and I can't leave it at home alone for too long" I explain while standing up. I walk at the door and say