Octopus

I stepped into those halls one last time, the familiar smell of freshly sharpened pencil and B.O. coming at me from all sides like a swarm of bees.  My last day of middle of school.  “The year went by so fast,” I thought as I walked to my first class for the last time.  Of course, I was late that day so I got my tardy slip and headed to P.E., just to find it to be practically over. I didn’t care much, because I didn’t know anyone in that class anyway, even if I have been in there a whole year.  Same with second period.  We watched a cute anime movie and moved on to third.  All my friends were in that class.  Of course, we didn’t want to stay with our weirdo math teacher, so we went to our social studies teacher’s room.  It was also Mr. Gonzales’s room in the afternoons and mornings, so there were drawings of him going to Taco Bell on the board from his students.  Wow, I’ve never liked this guy, but, hey, he was the one who thought I was stupid when he subbed for a class earlier in the year.  So me and my friend Abby started to doodle on the drawings.  We made him squirtle, super-man, a cat.  We drew all over those weirdo drawings of him.

That’s when he came in the room.

He looked at us curiously as if he might laugh as I put down the marker and bowed my head in fake shame.  Abby giggled nervously.  He headed over to our social studies teacher’s desk and said in a very monotone voice, like always, “These girls have defiled my student’s artwork.”

Our teacher stood up andd glared at us. “Girls, I am very dissapointed in you. Erase the board now.”

Abby and I consealed our giggled and picked up white board markers.

June 24, 2009. Uncategorized.