teacher ♤ s.t [rewriting]

09 ♤ Oops, I Slipped

09 ♤ Oops, I Slipped

C O U R T N E Y ♤

"What do you mean, nothing happened at school today?" Kari stared at me like I was insane. "Damien, our neighbor, for fuck's sake, had to pick you up."

I stared at my shoes, suddenly intriguied by the intricate sewing pattern.

"Courtney."

I glanced up, her voice sharper now.

"What happened?" she nearly growled at me.

"I-I passed out in class."

"These are important things you need to tell us, Courtney! This could be a serious medical issue!" Kari exclaimed angrily.

I stared again at my shoes, unsure how to respond.

"You are seventeen years old, Courtney, you need to learn to start taking better care of yourself."

The following lecture was unbearable. I was bored out of my mind after hearing her say over and over again that I needed to be responsible.

After she finished, I trudged up to my bedroom, collapsing in weariness on my mattress.

What seemed to be days later, my eyes flew open to the sound of Kari's voice.

"I swear to fucking Satan, Courtney, if you do not shut up, I will force-feed you lead paint."

She was towering menacingly over my curled up figure, clutching a pillow in her hands aggressively. I glanced over to my clock, it read two forty-three.

"What are you on about?" I muttered, rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands.

"You're mewling in your sleep or something, it's killing me," she groaned.

"What?"

"Just fucking shut up about this Shayne or whatever. I don't know what hot foreign exchange student just transferred to your school, but I don't want to know anymore than you've mumbled about in your sleep."

I giggled awkwardly until she shuffled over to her bed, mumbling under her breath.

What the fuck did I say when I was sleeping?

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Someone tapped me on the shoulder quickly, causing me to glance up from my chemistry questions in my textbook that was resting on my desk.

It was Vicki. She wasn't in my study block.

"Hey, Courtney, um, a couple of the drama and art kids are working on a banner and a play in the library, and we wondered if you wanted to come and help out," she whispered in my ear.

"Oh, um, sure, let me just pack up and ask quickly," I replied.

In less than a minute, Vicki was nearly dragging me down the hallway by my wrist, an exicted smile on her face.

"So what's this for?" I asked.

"You know how there are banners hanging up around the school?"

I nodded.

"Well, we're making one for our class," she grinned before jumping on the stair railing we had reached and sliding down. I giggled, trotting down the steps after her.

Eventually, we reached the double doors of the library, which Vicki swung open, confidently strutting into the cold room before disappearing between shelves E and F.

I realized that I should probably follow her, and so I took off nearly running. Vicki was holding open a door into a storage room, waiting for me.

Inside the room, after the door had shut, I gazed around.