I walked through the halls. It was noon, lunchtime at my school. I was trying to run away from my teacher, Mrs. Spaldinghammer. I was in deep trouble. The thing was, it wasn't even my fault.
You see, my cousin, Austin, had got mad at Mrs. Spaldinghammer. So, what he did was slap the fifty-year old teacher right across the face, and there was a nice clap sound. That's right, he hit a woman.
Austin graduated to high school, leaving me to deal with his former teacher. You see, Mrs. Spladinghammer loves revenge. She's trying to make me do something embarrassing that all of my 7th grade classmates would think of funny.
It was the time of year when our report cards come out, with our grades and behavior in the year is written.
Yes, it was apparently that time of year.
I turned around, facing Mrs. Spaldinghammer. She was only 4 yards away actually, so I could still make a fast escape! I looked left.
No, too many 8th graders in that hall.
I looked right.
The boys bathroom?
I looked straight ahead again. She was right there, walking and talking with The Evil Miss Cassandra Walters, 7th grader.
I dove right, and closed my eyes.
I heard the teacher and teacher's pet pass bye. I opened my eyes.
Thank goodness, the bathroom was empty.
I hurried out the bathroom.
There was Cassandra Walters, smirking at me.
Austin still graduated, right?
So I slapped Walters across the face.