The Good Ones

The Solution

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       "Hey, there she is. Always reading something," Mr. Iglesias says to Marisol.

       "Yeah, my obituary."

       Mr. Iglesias sighs, "No way." "Oh, they've gone too far now. You're not just my best student, you're my favorite student."

       "We know you say that to all of us," says Marisol.

       "Yeah, I know, but when I'm talking to you, I'm not lying," say Mr. Iglesias.

       "Letter says it's 'cause of attendance. I kinda missed some afternoon classes," Marisol admits, scratching the back of her head.

       "Like how many?" asks Mr. Iglesias.

       "Like all of them," replies Marisol truthfully. "I work to help my family, but I did the assignments."

       He sighs again. "I'm gonna take this to somebody who can help fix it," I hear Mr. Iglesias say to Marisol at her locker as I am passing by to get to my locker, which is just below Mikey's, to get my textbooks to return.

       "Oh, my God, are you gonna have Hernandez jumped?" asks Marisol excitedly.

       "No, but I like your idea much better," he replies and walks away.

       "Hey, Marisol, I was actually planning to grab a couple friends and jumping Hernandez ourselves after school in the parking lot, wanna come?" You ask her jokingly.

       "Ah, darn, I would love to but I got work, tell me how it goes though, and maybe give him a kick in the nuts for me," she laughs.

       "Will do!" you laugh back and go to bring yout textbooks to the library to return them.

Later that day in the principal's office... again

       All of the history teachers are gathered in a meeting to find out who will be the honors history teacher next year.

       "I'm going with... Gabe!" Says Principal Madison.

       "Mother-flowers!" exclaims Ms. Spencer, "I mean uh... Congratulations, Gabe. I just, you know... wow."

       "Hey, Abby, that is why you should never try your hardest." says Mr. Ochoa.

       "Ooh. Yay, me." chuckles Mr. Iglesias, unsurely.

       "What's the matter, Gabe? You won! I figured right now you'd be doing your touchdown dance. You know... A little salsa, a little salsa,mm mm mm m, a little salsa," she sings, hums and dances. "You know, like a dab or two?" she says as she dabs twice. "Come on. Do your thing."

       Mr. Iglesias does a cute little dab himself and they both chuckle.

       "You know, I've been thinking... instead of giving me the teach-approved kids, I don't know, why don't you give me the kids that got the 'counseled out' letter from Hernandez? You know, the world's worst pen pal?" Questions Mr. Iglesias.

       Principal Madison chuckles, "Okay..." she goes over to the intercom and speaks into it, "Carlos, can you come in her a sec?"

       Mr. Iglesias says in a dramatic tone, "Locust, boils, darkness... Hernandez!"
"Hey we were just talking about you," he returns to a normal voice as Mr. Hernandez walks through the door.

       "Carlos, Gabe has volunteered to teach the kids we've counseled out," says Principal Madison.

       "Marisol Fuentes is my best student," Mr. Iglesias tells them.