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<3 Days Before Christmas>
Is it just me or school is getting more and more ridiculous? And no, I don’t mean my friends. I mean my TEACHERS. Its about 10:45 AM now and here I am, watching my Geography teacher fidget nonstop like he has ants in his pants. “Honestly..” I sighed in frustration to myself. I snatched a peek back into the paper that I had mysteriously recieved the other day, analysing the writing:
’Watch out on Christmas Day.’
Isnt that..I gazed up at Mr.Anthony. There’s no way, he had classes when I was moving; unless he asked someone else to unlock my locker. But still, it just doesnt make sense! How would they know my passco— unless they were a teacher themselves! That’s when it hit me. Only teachers know the passcodes, but no teachers are to move from class to class unless the issue is important.
That means a teacher mustve given a student the passcode and letter. But my locker is discreet, hidden away in one of the school alleys. The only person who knows where is—wait—Adi?! I was dumbstruck, when we were younger I could always see straight through his lies. After this class I had Science with him.
Time to catch a liar.
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Bell rang and I nearly rushed out if Mr.Anthony didnt stop me. “Yes Sir?” I questioned, I had done everything, why was he holding me back? “I u-uh..need your help! Ive informed Mr.Scott already.” But that’s impossible! He hadnt left the class once and the departments are about a 20 minute walk! I sent him a suspicious look, “Okay..? What do you want me to do Sir?” His expression went blank.
“How about helping me sort out papers?” He threw his head back in a long laugh, hands brushing against the light stubble he had. Laughing for very long time wasnt a new thing for our Geography teacher; he said he does it for motivation to teach us crazy children but I dont mind.
After sorting papers I rushed down to my Science class, half the class was left but when I opened the door I was met with an unpleasant surprise. “Clarissa where have you been?” Mr.Scott demanded sternly, for some reason though...I didnt think he was mad at all. “Mr.Anthony held me back.” I admitted sheepishly, he tsked. “Lying is bad you know?” But I wasnt? This may sound completely moronic but since young I had this power of being able to ‘read’ people.
And whatever emotion I saw from our happy-go-lucky Science teacher; was definitely NOT anger in any form. It made me wonder, but I decided not to bring it up. I brought my attention back to Mr.Scott, “Spacing out to a teacher, thats it Clarissa. Detention.” Wait what! My head hung low as my eyes reached my watch. I sighed, class would be over soon anyways.
During detention, I scribbled random quotes on a paper. Eyes burned into my back, “I know you’re not angry Sir.” I called out, it was only the teacher and me so I wasnt fearful. It wasnt like it was the first time I spoke to a teacher like this.
His jade-coloured gaze intensified, but I wasnt bothered by it; slinging my arms back and resting my head in them. “How do you know Im not angry?” The near silent question rumbled through the tense tranquility. I let out a sarcastic chuckle, getting up and leaning my back against the table to look at him.
A poofy golden quiff bounced as double-lidded eyes squinted towards my direction. I could feel his facade breaking, “Easy, you’re slouching, which you dont usually do and when you ‘yelled’ at me earlier, you didnt sound a bit angry.” I smiled coyly, even going so far as putting air quotes on the places needed.
He looked towards his phone, not saying a word while replying to a message. Raising myself on my tip toes I sneaked closer, snatching a glimpse at two things; the sender and Mr.Scott’s reply.
‘MuniLedd:
Scootyboyye: She’s definitely the same one.’
Looks like Ive got more work to do. I chuckled, gaining my Floridian teacher’s attention almost instantly. “Cl-Clarissa! You can go now.” I nodded with an innocent smile and headed for lunch.
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