Where the hell is she? It's been a whole week. There's this little thing called "courtesy", and apparently she isn't equipped with it. The nerve of that girl. I mean, the least she could do is send a damn text. Here I am, standing next to these stupid ass roses, waiting for this ingrate. Ok, it's wrong of me to take it out on the roses. Their kinda nice, in that flower type of way. Didn't think I was a fan of roses, but hey, a man can change.
I take one more look at my phone as if to will it to magically make a message from her appear. Ugh, nothing again. It's already 9:18. She would have been here by now if she were coming. What is this? I hear the door behind the rose bushes open and out comes Ms. Robinson.
"She's a no show again, huh?" asks Ms. Robinson as she reaches for her watering can and walks over to the roses.
"I'm afraid so, ma'am," I say as I tuck my hands in my back pockets and shift from my right to left foot.
"Maybe she's on her period. I used to have cramps like a bitch. Wouldn't even leave my bed," she blurted as shook the water out of the can. I couldn't help but cough and stumble on my feet out of sheer shock and embarrassment. I guess with age, you lose that good ol' filter.
"Wouldn't eat either," she continued, "not until me my mother got on her knees and begged me. She'd say, "Please Gerty, for the love of God yah gotta eat somethin'. Your wasting away in front of me. Eat a little something or yah heart will out and you'll go ka-putz."
"Ha, I guess you're probably right," I laugh off, unsure of how to get out of this conversation. "I guess I'll get going."
"Ok. Have a fine day young man," she smiled as she finished watering her roses.
"Yeah, you too," I wave as I head towards the school. Well isn't she quite the character. Maybe it's just a girl thing. She'll show up soon enough.
I make my way down the street and head to school. When I reach the doors, I say "Hey" to the security guards and stroll over to the front office.
"Hey Ms. James. Don't you look lovely today? Did you do something different with your hair?" I smile.
"It's Ms. James-Hewitt, thank you. What do you want Mr. Mathers?" she retorts as she stares at the computer screen and types on her keyboard.
"Ms. James-Hewitt, of course. I happen to need a pass at the moment."
"Of course you do. Look to the left, fill it out and tell me when you're done. Kay?"
"Kay," I reply. I grab a sheet and sign my name and class. "Done." I hand her the sheet to, she sign's it and sends me on my way.
I head towards my first period class and then I hear a voice calling me. I turn around and see Ms. James-Hewitt waving me back to the office. Could have said whatever she had to say while I was there, but ok.
"Yeah?" I hiss, a little irritated I had to walk back. I guess I'm already late, what's another minute?
"Principal Ginsburg would like to see you?" states Ms. James-Hewitt, as she points her pen at the open door of the principals' office.
"Ok," I reply, confused. I walk pass the front desk and head in towards the office.
The last time I was in this office, it was my first day here at Clark. Pop had just pulled up to the front of the school.
"Well, well, well, won't you look at that!" he said as he closed and locked the car door.
"What?" I asked as I looked around, trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about.
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Tardy
القصة القصيرةJo is late for class, again. She's never been on time for much of anything these days, nor does she care to be. Time means nothing to her anymore. Not since the incident. She's known as the latest person at school and she's grown to be proud of it...
