Miss Turner walked slowly and awkwardly around the classroom as she handed back our book reports.
"Here you go Miss Hale. I think I can expect better from you next time," she said as she put the folder face down on my desk.
"Sure," I said carelessly. When teachers say that, it just means that I got less than a hundred, maybe a ninety-five.
I flipped over the folder to find a big zero written in bright red letters at the corner of my page. The bell rang.
I saw Jasper coming towards me.
"What's wrong sis? Why are so angry?" he asked coolly.
I showed him the folder and could see he was trying hard not to laugh. "Yeah, laugh it up." I said.
I walked over to the teacher so she could explain my grade.
"Um... Miss Turner? I was assessing the grade you gave me and I think you've made a mistake," I said as politely as I could, "I've read Dracula at least seven times and I made a completely coherent review of the novel the characters, the character traits..."
"But that's exactly the problem," she said cutting me off, "the report was too complex to have been written by a Junior!"
"What are you saying? That I didn't write this? It took me two weeks!" That wasn't a complete lie, it took me too weeks to write thirty-five years ago. It only took a few minutes to change some words to the modern slang and to print it.
"Yes, Miss Hale. I am saying that you didn't write this. I don't know who did, but it certainly wasn't you."
"You know what, I've put up with your crap and mistakes for far too long. You're an idiot, there, I've said it. I won't apologize so don't ask me to. I could teach this class better than you."
"Miss Hale, if I were you I'd watch my mouth!"
"To bad you aren't. I know how to spell Literature. You know the class you teach, that you've been spelling wrong for the past six months I've been in this class."
"That is it!" she said writing a slip. "Get to the Principal's office, now!"
"That's fine. I'd rather be anywhere but here right now," I said and walked out towards the office. I passed Alice and Jasper on my way out. They both looked like they were trying hard not to burst out laughing.
I opened the door and walked up to the front desk and handed Miss Darcy the slip. She read it spoke to Mr. Reed.
"Mr. Reed will see you now."
I walked into his office full of tenacity and poise.
"You know Miss Hale," he said to me, "you and you're siblings are usually very well behaved so I am quite surprised that it is you who is sitting before me."
"Well, Miss Turnip really pissed me off today."
"Rosalie I don't think you are in the position to be calling teachers names or to be back chatting me."
"You know what, any other day I would be polite but I'm PMS-ing now and I'm really pissed off, so I'll tell you the truth, I really don't care." I said to him.
"That is it young lady I'm calling your parents!"