Mrs. Medusa

"Scccccccienccccce, " screeched Mrs. Medusa, "issss in sessssssion!"

The walls in this dark, cramped classroom have a purplish tint to them, and fog floats directly above our desks and cauldrons. There are holes in the walls, and mold on the chairs. The air is thick and warm. There are no windows; the only light in the room flickers from a small oil lamp on Mrs. Medusa's desk.

Chamber 415 smells about as bad as it looks. It reeks with blood, tears, and puberty. 

Am I in hell? No, I'm at St. Angus's Boarding School for Troubled Youngsters. I steal a bell and a puff pen from CVS, and all of a sudden, I'm shipped off to a prison. The only difference between a Chinese reeducation camp and St. Agnus, is that the "prisoners" get to eat here. However, I heard that if someone miss behaves, the only person who is going to be feasting is Mrs. Medusa on their flesh!

Mrs. Medusa is our science reeducation teacher, and sadly, our first class of the day is a double period with her. 

Think of the worst thing you can think of, and then multiply that by 10! If you can fathom that, then you'll understand a fraction of just how evil Mrs. Medusa is.

Her corporal punishments are excruciatingly painful, and her terrifying stare will turn you to stone! However, that's not the worst thing Mrs. Medusa has done. 

"Then what is the worst thing she's done?" you may be asking. 

Well, the fiend is giving my class a science test this Friday, the day before the Catholic High School Entrance Exam. The Catholic High School Entrance Exam is the three hour exam that is going to determine which high school we will go to next year.

I know, I'm shivering from her cruelty as well (but like, come the hell on, can't she just move the science test to next Monday?)

Mrs. Medusa walks back and forth across the dark, oak wood floors, examining each and every student. None of us dare to look her in the eyes, in fear of her snakeish hair turning us to a pile of teenage cement! 

"I feel bad that I am giving you a tessssssst the day before the Entranccccccce Exam, " hissed Mrs. Medusa. "I know how much that tessssst meansssss to you all."

Is this real? Could this be true? Is Mrs. Medusa going to move the test to next week Monday? Does she have a heart after all?

"Therefore, we will have the test a day earlier than originally scheduled, which is also known as tomorrow."  She relays all of this information with a devilish grin.

My face goes white.

We should've seen this coming. Instead of having the science test next week Monday, she's making us take it tomorrow, giving us one less day to study. What else could go wrong today?????

"Now you, " she declares while pointing a callused finger at me.

Shit.

"You left your locker open, " she states in a hushed tone.

Whatever color was left in my face has now completely vanished. I look to my right, and see I have left my locker wide open. Open lockers are one of Mrs. Medusa's most well known pet peeves. What will she do to me?!?!?! WIll she have me research why Greenland is melting? Will she make me dissect a cat? Will she force me into doing an experiment on solar energy? Or maybe we'll have to watch a video on the eight is great electron rule! 

I feel a lump form in the back of my throat.

Why can't it be ELA already? 

"As punishment, " she sneered, "you will have to do research on the environmental effects of garbage in the ocean."

Nooooooooooo!!!!!! More pollution stuff!?!?! It's so boring!!! Don't make me suffer just because the sea turtles want to eat plastic!

I won't come out of this assignment alive. I'm going to quite literally die of boredom. I'll never get to tell the girl I love, Kaitlin Wingding, how I feel. 

I see my life flash before my eyes. It's mostly Mrs. Medusa yelling at me for using the bathroom for too long.

She sees the look of terror on my face and starts to laugh.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha, " she chuckles madly, her snakelike hair flopping around madly.

I should've gone to Kellenberg.