I Don't Know What to Do, Mr. Iglesias *A Mr. Iglesias fanfic*

We're not getting expelled!

Gabe and I collected all of the students that got the letter from Carlos. Grace, Mikey, Marisol, Walt, Lorenzo, myself, and a few others. "Okay. Some of you are here because of your poor grades, poor attendance, disciplinary reasons, or all of the above." Gabe stated. Marisol turned to me, knowing that I had none of the above. "Carlos still didn't believe me about the guitar, even though Paula defended me." I signed to her, explaining. "Messed around and got a triple-double." Walt stated. What the fuck is he saying? "Yup." Lorenzo said, sighing. "I gotta say, it was a good day." he continued, chuckling. I shake my head. 

"Alright, so I got some good news, and I have some bad news. The good news is no one is getting counseled out." Gabe started. Everyone in the room, besides Walt, visibly relaxed. "Yeah, the bad news is... we're gonna have to do summer school." Gabe added. The other students groaned, except for Walt. "Wait, those are both bad things!" Walt exclaimed. You fucking idiot. You're being given a second chance. Mikey was actually smiling. "I don't know, now I've got something to do this summer." Mikey said, seeing the brighter side of this. For me, it gets me away from my father. As the others stood up, Lorenzo started talking. "Yeah, I got something to do this summer too, and it's not school." Lorenzo stated, mad that he had summer school. Well, you know what? If you hadn't gotten into trouble, skipped classes, or failed classes, you wouldn't be in this mess. I didn't say it out loud, knowing that Marisol had a pretty damned good reason for it. 

Gabe then started talking in that high-pitched voice that often made me laugh. "Yay, Mr. Iglesias saves the day! We love him and his hat!" Gabe said. I smiled from beside Marisol. He sighs when none of the others even thank him. "What about your trip?" Marisol and I asked him. Yeah, I'm talking now. Marisol and I will still use sign language in front of the other kids, but when it's me and one other person with Mr. Iglesias, I'll be fine. "Ehh... Who wants to roll around in a cool Volkswagen bus, listening to '90s jams and going to wrestling events?" Gabe asked. "I'm gonna guess you?" Marisol answered. "Yeah." he replied, us repeating him. "Maybe I didn't think this through." Mr. Iglesias stated.