"10,9,8," I thought to myself, looking at the clock. It was 2:59.
"5,4,3,2,1"
The bell rang. The sound of it reverberated down the hall and in all the classrooms; the sound of freedom.
I immediately jumped up from my seat. I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder.
"Finally!" I thought,"This school day totally sucked!"
Little did I know it was about to suck a whole lot more.
Just before I bust through the door, Ms. Thompson stopped me.
"Bethany Keyton! Can you come over to my desk?” She asked. I felt a chill going through my spine. “I need to see you about something.”
“Sigh.” I thought. “What could it be now?”
I slowly trudged to Ms. Thompson's desk, grabbed a random seat, and sat down. She closed a binder and looked at me with her piercing blue eyes. I felt another shudder go through my body. Every time she did that, I got a feeling that she was searching through my mind, looking for information. It creeps me out, but I bet it's just my paranoia.
“Bethany, I believe that you have a book report to turn in to me.” She said sweevily. She smiled at me, but I knew this was just to make me feel guilty.
“I forgot.” I mumbled back.
“Now, now," She said, still smiling. “Did you forget, or did you just choose not to do it?”
I didn’t respond to that.
“Bethany, I know you’re a bright kid and you can do well in my class.” said Ms. Thompson, “You just need to give a little more effort.”
“That book report is worth 50 points Bethany, and it was due last week. Obviously, my previous punishments are not sinking in.” She continued, “You leave me no choice but to call your parents and to give you a detention.”
Her crystal blue eyes were hinted with evil and glee. She reached into her desk and pulled out a pink pad. With a quick motion, she grabbed a pen and started completing the detention form. I just sat there fuming with anger.
“I don’t deserve these cruel acts of whatever. It’s just a stupid book report! It’s not going to help me in real life, so why bother. Ugh..” I thought.
Ms. Thompson handed me the slip. " Your detention will be here, tomorrow at lunch. Though I doubt you will, I expect that you will go to the library and check out a book. Today.”
“Fine.” I said, rolling my eyes. “Can I go now?”
“Yes you may.”
I stood up, and strode out of the classroom. I didn’t want anymore of her today.
YOU ARE READING
Mr. Linden's Library
FantasyBethany hates books. She hates school. She hates her life in general. Her father is gone, homework is killing her, and Ms. Thompson seems to hate her. But when she finds a special book in an unusual library, it turns her life upside-down. Soon, she...