Dance and Drama

Chapter 9

We reached the nurse's office so we could treat the spot on Frida's face and all the bruises and cuts Andrea got from fighting. Nurse Edward gave them each an ice pack and some band-aids for Andrea's cuts. Frida winced in pain as she placed her ice pack on her face. "Oh dear. Was it another fight, Andrea?" She asked. Andrea hesitated for a moment. "I wouldn't really say it's a fight, Nurse Edward. It was self defense. My friends and I were getting picked on and I couldn't just stand there to let them get treated like that." "Well, if that's the case, it's good you stood up for yourself and your friends, but you should also consider telling an administrator if you have issues with bullying." She replied to us. RIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!!!! That was the bell. Class just started. We left the office, put our jackets in our lockers. I noticed the puddle water that splashed me got most of my coat, but some of it got my pants too. Now everyone's gonna believe I peed myself. Ugh! I take off my hoodie to tie it around my waist, but before I could, I heard someone's phone go click. I turned and there was Veronica with her phone, smirking. "Hey!" I yelled. "Ohh, did Baby Nora pee in her diaper? Looks like she needs to be potty trained again!" Veronica walked away laughing. UGGGHH!! Andrea was preparing to fight her, but this time we pulled her back before any more fists start to fly. And Veronica was already gone. "Stop, Andrea! Let's just get to class before we lose more class time." "Fine..." she growled. Depending on what day of the week it is, our class periods differ. Like on Friday, we have Math as our last class before Lunch, but since it's Monday, we have it first. I'd rather not go into full detail on which classes we have in order on which weekday it is. Too much explanation. I almost forgot about our substitute teacher until I opened the door and there was a woman sitting at Mrs. Bruins desk. She was an older woman, probably in her mid to late fifties, with blonde hair reaching a little past her shoulders and she didn't look happy to see us. "And why are you three late to class?!" She said in a voice that sounded threatening. I already want Mrs. Bruins back. Frida tried to answer while trying not to lose it. "We- we were late to class, because our bus came late and there was traffic--" The woman interrupted her before she could finish. "Traffic, traffic, traffic. I've heard students use that ridiculous excuse way too many times!" Her scolding voice turned into yelling. My first day of teaching in this school and you three are already wasting my time!!"  "But, it wasn't our fault, Ms..."  I paused. "Emmonds. Ms. Emmonds!" The woman continued to yell at us. "You girls have probably been dillydallying around like you have all the time in the world and acting like delinquents, getting into fights all the time!!" She looked at Andrea. "Especially you! Didn't your parents ever teach manners to a troublemaker like you?! Probably not!" Andrea was shocked to hear this and she tried her hardest to not raise her voice. "My parents did teach me manners!" She exclaimed, defending herself. "I was defending myself and my friends from bullies!" Ms. Emmonds yelled again. "I've heard enough excuses and back talk from you, young lady!! Take yoir seats!! Now!! All three of you!! If you keep up with this... disrespect, You will recieve an after school detention!" She turned to the whole class. "This goes for ALL of you." I couldn't say anything else, it's just gonna get worse. Frida looked ready to cry. Several classmates looked at us, whispering under their breaths, giggling, especially Veronica along with the other mean girls. It was humiliating. I sat at my desk and faced the board. Ms. Emmonds cooled down enough to continue with class. "Students, now as I was saying, before I was interrupted, I will now take attendance. You all know what to do, just say "here" when I call your name." She takes out a clipboard. "Craig Brenner?" "Here." "Tyler Brenner?" "Here." "Andrea Chesterfield?" "Here." Ms. Emmonds pursed her lips and scowled briefly before resuming in roll call. "Rebecca Mahogany?" "Here." "Shawn Ramirez?" "Here." "Tiffany Baker?" "Here." "Brody West?" "Here." "James Christopher?" "Here." "Jessica Evergreen?" "Here." "Shirley Carmichael?" "Here." "Kevin Moore?" "Here" "Frida McGee?" "Here..." Ms. Emmonds scowled again. Poor Frida was holding back her tears at this point. "Brianna Delmar?" "Here." "Mitchell Winston?" "Here" "Keith Leonard?" "Here." "Nora Parker?" I felt a chill hearing her call my name. I look up and she's staring at me. "Here." "Meredith Roberts?" The door opened the minute she said her name. Standing in the doorway was Meredith. Here we go again with Ms. Emmonds yelling over being late to class by a few minutes. "Sorry I'm late, Miss..." "Emmonds. Tardiness in this classroom is unacceptable while I'm in charge!! And just look at the horrid clothes you are wearing!! Are you a delinquent like three other girls who came late to class?!" Meredith didn't like hearing that. "I'm not a delinquent, it's just how I dress!" She said defending herself. "ENOUGH!! Now take your seat!!" I'm already getting another headache from her screaming. It's gonna be a long Math Class...