Sandra...how to describe her. She was very mature for her age and didn’t smile for the most part. Mostly, she followed the rules and always turned in her homework on time. She was the hall monitor for half the semester and she was more than proud— and maybe took advantage of her power. Always scolded at the kids for misbehaving, she was practically the teacher. And no one could lie straight to her face. If they did she wouldn’t say anything but just keep it to herself for future reference then use it against someone. So no one was stupid enough to lie to her.700Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyf80mnDUGN
She had an eye for detail. She was the type to look into things further than necessary. One day it was a teacher’s mother’s birthday, she was turning 84 and Sandra asked what month she was born. Her birthday was in September and Sandra found out she born on Monday, September the 4th— and has lived for 84 years, 8 months, 4 weeks, and 2 days. Then looked up what happened that day, apparently an army base in Havana named Columbia Camp had noncommissioned officers get arrested. Sandra found out their names, birthdays, where they used to live, education, and some other private information. Honestly she could become a private investigator someday.
She was very quiet and kept a straight expression most times, but when she did smile it was always more like a grin. And her eyes looked threatening giving you the vibe that you shouldn’t mess with her or else you’ll regret it. Though she is caring, when someone gets hurts she always offers her help. No one feared her per say, but everyone knew not to get on her bad side because they knew she could become your worst nightmare in minutes.
Of course not everyone knew that….
Di sat at her desk, bored out of her mind. She was felt like a towel. She soaked up all these good ideas but were squeezed out of her as quickly as they came. She was currently in Science which she really didn’t like. She shifted the textbook to her side exposing her notebook just a bit. The page contained the drawing of a big dragon made up of different shapes, since she had nothing else to do. Well, she could be paying attention to class but NAHHH who cares about that! She flipped to a new fresh page and made a big fat black dot with her pen instead of actual words. Di remembered what Abby said earlier, about the forest. She blinked rapidly before rolling her eyes. She wrote a small paragraph about the forest being haunted. Soon enough she wrote a whole background story about why the forest was haunted. Maybe there should be an evil queen that cursed all the- the bell rang cutting her thoughts short. She huffed and put her notebook away, she started to leave the classroom. “Peigi, I don’t want to see that notebook in my class next time.” Her teacher warned her and tapped his fingers against a folder he was holding. “Yes, sorry Mr. Jon.” Di apologized. She didn’t even realize he saw her. Then again, she was pretty obvious. She walked away and began to plot out the characters. It was challenging to be truthful, she barely knew the terrain of the actual forest so making the characters was difficult. She didn’t know if they would need weapons or what kind of clothing they needed. She could make it all up but she wanted to stay realistic to the actual terrain.
Anyways, she was is math now. She sat at the back with Sandra so they usually whispered to each other. Mostly Di asked her questions since she never payed attention. She grabbed her notebook and played with the strap, slapping it against the cover. Sandra stared at her. She rested her chin on her hand and with her free hand she hastily tapped her fingers on the desk. She knew how much Di hated the sound of fingers tapping on things, it made her feel like time stopped. Like a shot Di snapped, “What?” She was clearly annoyed before Sandra put her in a worse mood. “Well, someone seems a little,” She paused searching for the right words to say. “Irritated.” She finished. “I can’t think of any good characters for this story I’m making. I need to do some ‘research’ first. And it’s been bugging me!” She emptied her worries out.
She always liked to imagine that worries came from a well. That she had a bucket that scooped up those worries then emptying those worries to get fresh and newer worries. Like water, you can’t live with them. “Alright class! We’ll check over homework first.” Mrs. Linda bellowed. Both girls got their homework out and got a bright red pen. As Di lazily scribbled a nonsense of numbers and letters Sandra gave her a tiny message in a sticky note. Curiously, she opened it up.You’re talking abouut the forest behind school right? Meet me at the fornt of the school, I need to show you something helpful.Sandra didn’t have the nicest handwriting but she definitely did NOT have the best spelling.
“Right now, Elinor will pass out the test from last week. Remember that this test was cut and dried so no one should have gotten a bad grade.” Mrs. Linda glanced Di’s way when she said that. Elinor was walking around the room passing the tests around. The room was very small in all honestly.
The walls were made of bricks and had posters about sporting good character on them. The front had the whiteboard and the right side of it had the teacher’s desk. It had pictures of her family and friends and was overflowing with papers. (Probably had a secret candy stash somewhere) Then the left side had the entrance with a bookshelf and counter. The counter was a pearl white color with random stains here and there. There was a sink that has had zero use for the entire year.
“Here you go Pei- Di.” Elinor corrected herself mid way. She handed Di her math test, moving on to Sandra next. Di glanced her test dumbfounded, she got a D. Groaning loudly she slammed her head to desk. Praying silently hoping that her dad wouldn’t have to sign the test so she can throw it in the trash once she got home.
“Make sure to have your parents or guardians sign it tonight.” Mrs. Linda reminded and smiled. Di looked up and her glasses fell onto her desk, she glanced at Sandra’s paper. A+, you’re kidding me right? She thought and picked up her glasses. “What’s wrong Di?” Sandra gave a sly smirk. “Math sucks!” She says glaring at her. "D for Di." Sandra chuckles and cranes her head before having the teacher scold at them. They look at each other and smile softly. 700Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Ns1u47qWy
