The instruction paper on my desk reads: "Describe your mom in 5-10 words and draw a picture for mother's day."
So I start to write; Hoarder, drug addict, alcoholic, whore, and abusive. I draw a picture of her and a bottle in her bedroom.
When I show Ms. Rivera my project, she writes something down, and immediately sends me to the principal's office saying nothing but: "Give this to Mr. Perconsin."
I wasn't very phased by this, and by now I had become accustomed to being in trouble a lot, although usually I try to avoid any trouble to prevent the headache.
By the way, hi I'm Alesha and I'm 7 years old. Considering the words I use you may not think I am, but I am. I have a sister and a brother, they are twins. They are both 4, with my little sister being born 20 seconds earlier, and her name is Olivia. My brother's name is Jayden. Anyway, most people say I'm intelligent for my age. Honestly I've just adapted to my environment.
Also, can we just take a moment to talk about how useless school is nowadays? I mean come on, we don't even get to write cursive anymore! I had to teach myself the rest of cursive because we were supposed to finish learning it this year but we can't.
Back to what I was talking about before, my life sucks. Our house is filled with trash from top to bottom. My mom drinks and does drugs like meth, heroin, she does all that shit. Not to mention, she's a whore. She's hit our block on every corner like fucking DVD, over here bed hopping. I don't get how because she isn't attractive at all, but I guess that's one of life's mysteries eh?
Anyway, she abuses me and my siblings almost daily when she isn't in her bedroom at the bottom of a bottle, snorting something, fucking a new guy, or sleeping. But it doesn't faze me anymore.
As I walk down the stairs and towards the office, something almost makes me laugh at the pain I will receive for this once I return to my house. I don't consider my house a home, I'd feel much safer being with maybe my aunt or something. She is a drug addict also, just not as bad as my mom.
Also, I think Mr. Perconsin is a pervert, which is usually why I try to limit my visits to his disgusting little office.
When I get to the office, I give Mr. Perconsin the note. He directs me to the couch by the clock that I normally sit at when I'm in trouble. As I try to sit down avoiding any situation that would let him see under my skirt, he begins reading the note from Ms. Rivera.
"Alesha, you're on red and a note will be going home to your parents."
What "you're on red" means is that basically you get no recess and whatever it's a bunch of baloney. It kinda sucks sometimes though because recess is what I use to check on my brother and sister, but it's fine I guess.
"Parent."
"Talk over me again young lady, and you'll be on red for a week."
I decided to stay silent while he continued to talk because I figured one day of red was enough.
"Alesha, this dialogue is highly inappropriate and I'd like to know where you learned that w word."
"Whore? From my mother."
"Don't say that word, Alesha."
He looks down at my skirt.
"You say my name quite a lot, and I noticed how often you look at my skirt and other 'highly inappropriate' places. Does that mean anything to you, sir?"
"I have done no such thing and if you say another word, you will get suspended"
So he completely avoided my question, I'm not surprised.
"Lovely." I mumble under my breath.
His deaf ass didn't hear it. Makes me wanna laugh, but I stay quiet.
"Now, while I review your mother's contacts Alesha, you will stay on that couch for one hour."
The time is 10:43 so I'll have to see his ugly ass face until 11:43. I roll my eyes when I see him looking at the contacts on the computer. I do this because my mother set up a contact for my aunt, and not her actual number and email.
So he calls my aunt, and my aunt has my back. She takes my side, thankfully. He hangs up the phone looking annoyed. Then he goes to deal with other children because these dummies in my grade are out of hand.
Exactly 37 minutes into my lame punishment, I get a not-so-lame idea to blackmail Mr. P.
"Mr. Perconsin," I begin.
He's eating his lunch after dealing with the other kids.
"Here we go again." He says loud enough for me to hear.
He gets up and walks over to me.
"Technically.." I continue. "..you can get in big trouble for the creepy things you've been doing, and all I have to do is squeal. Do you know what I'd have to say to get everyone on my side?"
"I've done worse things to other girls than I've done to you. For years I've gotten away with it, and last year, I even had sex with one of the girls your age every day for the whole year she was here. Do you know what that means honey? Ah nevermind. Her parents didn't care, or she didn't tell them. I don't know and I don't care. Now Alesha, they won't believe what you're saying is true."
I'm surprised he dropped the 'I'm innocent' act, but what I'm more surprised about is that he had sex with one of the girl's. That's horrible and disgusting, even for him.
"Won't they?" I say it in almost a chuckle because I started recording before I called him over to me.
I play the recording back.
He reaches for the phone but fails.
"H-Hey don't go around telling anyone about that. I might just have to silence you."
On that note I just bolt out of there and into a 5th grade classroom, not caring if he saw under my skirt or not cuz I figured he'd be going to jail. I lock the door behind me and have the teacher come with me into the coat room. I show her the video, and she is visibly shaken.
She tells the children school is off for today and tells them to get their stuff out of the coat room. Meanwhile, while they get their stuff and chatter, she unlocks the door and goes on the announcements. She tells everyone school is over and all of the teachers need to come to a meeting immediately. She shows them the video and talks about Mr. P.
After all of that is said and done, he's in jail. I get a free pass for the rest of the year for any bad behavior, and so do my siblings. The note gets called off, and all is well for the rest of the day—Until I have to go home.
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