It was just one of those days. One of those days where you wanted o avoid everyone on the face of the planet, just because you didn’t feel like talking to them, and here I was, stuck in English class, for the hundredth time, wondering when the world was to end… We were reading Shakespeare’s Caesar, for the fifth time since I got into High school. You’d figure they would have figured out by now, that they don’t need to repeat the same damn thing, over, and over, and over again.
Oh goody, here comes the best part, you know, in my last entry, how it was bitcherella who was the main antagonist, here came her Evil step sister, Chloe (Sluttera) Dubois. She was one of those girls, who, if you looked up the word risky in the dictionary, you’d see a picture of the clothes she was wearing. You know, skirt so short you can hardly see it, and a shirt so low cut, it looked like a jacket that was connected at the bottom of the zipper? Yeah, that was her, with long blonde hair…. She gave us blonds a bad name, she was your stereotypical blonde too, dumb as a brick, and willing to flirt with anything that moved, and had a decent amount of cash on hand.
She sits next to me in English, and she gets the undivided attention of every boy in class, plus the teacher, who is married, I might add. Just thinking about her gave me a headache, Jesus Christ; you’d think she was the embodiment of Venus.
Anyhow, getting back to the story:
After English was over, we were all crowding to get out of the class, and as usual, she was in front of me. However, this time, I plowed right into her, because some dumbass behind me had gotten it into his thick head to shove me, instead of the guy who shoved him. She got steamed, and I got a running head start. This was the reason I was on the track team, instead of the cheer squad, I was a clumsy, but extremely fast runner. I jumped hurtles over kids who were talking, picking up fallen pencils, tying shoelaces, and all that stuff, while Sluttera followed me, simply pushing them all out of the way. Who do I turn to at my time of need, other than dear old Gabby? Professor Gliche, of course, everyone’s favorite Algebra teacher. I ran into her class, and huddled behind her desk as the fuming Sluttera stormed in, looking for me. The cool as ice Math teacher simply looked at Sluttera and said, “Why, pre-tell, are you interrupted my five period class?”
Sluttera was caught completely unawares, and backed up, away from the computer desk, and luckily, me, because she was wearing six inch heals, and I had no intention of finding out how painful one o those felt on your hand…. Sluttera stuttered out something along the lines of “I’m so sorry Mz. Gliche, I’ll just go now…..” but she was already dead walking. Gliche had out her handy Detention pad, and was writing furiously. I took this, as my que to sign out, and run to the bathroom before I exploded with laughter.
What do you know, I was fighting crime, without even meaning to. I had already sent two of the most wicked villain’s in school to perpetual detention, and managed to save myself from the same fate.
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