You just can't until you're out of k-through-12, they've made everyday there basically living hell on earth; but one particular girl catches your eye and changes your whole perspective.
Scheme after scheme begin to flow through every little crevice of your mind as you repeat those same words through your head. "Let's take this fucker down!"
Where do you even begin? What were the girls planning? When did they want to do it? What do they need to do it? Were they even serious?
All of your thoughts are thrown right out of the window as Miss. Penelope drops a pile of books on your desk, the sudden action makes you jump slightly, you glare up at her. She's quick to return the look.
"Alright class, begin to read your books while I take attendance. After that, if you're quiet enough, we'll do show and tell." she says, the entirety of the class begin to scream and chant whilst banging their fists against their desks. The obnoxious pounding makes you cover your ears and cringe. "Enough! Behave or otherwise you'll get homework!" she yells as she slams her ruler against her desk.
The room grows silent in an instant, you shake your head at the behavior. What is so special about show and tell, you wonder. As Miss. Penelope takes a seat behind her desk and writes down attendance, the loud shut of a door makes everyone snap their head up towards it's direction. You look up and smile to see Crybaby standing there with a rather scared look on her face. The teacher too grins at her which doesn't help her uncomfortable state.
You make sure she knows that she isn't alone so you pat the seat beside you and she's quick to skid her way over.
"And just what exactly makes you think you can show up late to my class, Crybaby? Just what on Earth were you doing?" the teacher says with a greedy smile and a menacing tone, Crybaby looks up with worry and begins to stumble on her words. "I-I..."
"That's actually none of your business nor is it something she has to share for all of the class to hear, just be thankful that she's here. She's learning and you're getting paid, I don't see why you feel the need to complain." you interrupt, Crybaby turns to you with a smile on her plump, glossy lips.
A boy behind you scoffs and shakes his head. "She is a woman after all." he mutters, you turn your head around with an even mixture of anger and confusion. "Excuse me?" you ask, he rolls his eyes before pouting his lip out mockingly. "Awe, is it your time of the month too?" your face burns up at his words, before you open your mouth to speak your mind, Crybaby's hand touches your shoulder. "It's okay, he's just another oblivious boy who would rather use menstrual cycles as an excuse than common sense." she dismisses.
You chuckle and nod in agreement as the boy behind you lets out a frustrated groan.
"Alright, class. You behaved very well; For show and tell, I have a very special treat that I think you'll all enjoy." Ms. Penelope says as she takes a stand from beyond her table, she steps away from her desk and walks over to a box with a big golden crank attached to it. Her hands grab onto the lever and she twists it counter-clockwise, a sweet chime begins to play from the back of the musical box. The big door slowly creeps open and reveals a heart cut out with a porcelain puppet inside tied to strings, as you look at the details of the doll, you notice it looks all too familiar.
The half black and half peachy pink hair, gapped teeth, and vintage dress all seem to match to Crybaby's unique appearance. Everyone begins to clap and laugh as Miss. Penelope picks up the rods and begins to play with the marionette.
Crybaby's head lifts up from her book to see the toy and you watch as her face drops as she realizes the same qualities that you did. Everything from her make-up down to her freckles were identical.
Miss. Penelope notices the uproar from the rest of the students and lets out a devious snicker.
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