Chapter Eight373Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDYUOVxC1nS
I just barely made it to my first period class and caught the ending of the lesson, getting a glare from my teacher who snatched the note out of my hand shoved it into his desk drawer, not bothering to glance at it. He then handed me a stack of papers, well shoved a stack of papers at me is more like it, then turned back to his computer grumbling under his breath.
"Uh," I say awkwardly, more than aware of the stares from the other students, who glanced up from their workbooks to watch me. Mr. Harper turned to me with a very annoyed huff and raised his bushy eyebrows as if to say 'What?'
"What are these for exactly?" I stare at him with confusion, the papers starting to become heavy in my arms. I hadn't exactly healed all the way, and my muscles were still sore making it hard to move too much or hold anything for along period of time. Nerves bubbled in my belly at the same time which doubled my discomfort, Lord knows I hated being at the center of attention and this wasn't exactly helping that fear. Mr. Harper sighed with a dejected expression, like I had just ruined his entire day with my question, and if I wasn't mistaken I could have almost sworn I heard mumble something about my 'apparent idiocy' under his coffee laden breath. "Miss. Roe, you are aware that you have missed more than one of my classes, right? Which," he says before I can open my mouth to respond. "Of course, leaves you with make up work. Not to mention the fact that you missed today's lesson for reasons unknown with an obviously fake note pass from some woman named," He takes the note out of desk and peers at under her glass lenses. "Ms. Seamen," he gives me a pointed look.
It takes awhile for the realization to set in, and when it does my cheeks are burning as I stand there with a flustered expression looking for something to say that wont incriminate me even more. Nearly everyone in the classroom are doubling over with laughter and Mr. Harper looks despondent, like he wishes he could retire already. "No, no, it's not like that! Ms. Seamen, she's the new office attendant!" I stumble over my words in a hurry to get them out, and embarrassment was written all over my face.
Mr. Harper just shakes his had and turns back to his work, speaking to me as he does so. "I know nothing of this new office attendant, and if I cared enough I would call in right now ask about her, but I don't. So while I applaud you on your creativity in giving fake excuses, I also think it would behoove you to take your seat and begin working on those papers until class ends. I expect each and every one of them to be handed in to me by tomorrow morning or I will see to your consequences. Understand?" When I nod my head, he turns his focus solely to his computer, and just like that for the second today, I have been dismissed.
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The bell rings shortly after that, and I hardly get any time to work on my homework. Kids are still giggling under their breaths about what happened earlier between Mr. Harper and I, and I find my mood darkening by the minute. The hallways are overcrowded with students and it doesn't help my mood to know that I wont get to see Gracie until lunch, where we'll see each other for thirty minutes then see each other again for Chemistry seventh period.
As I pass by the office in the B hall on my way to Trigonometry I notice that Ms. Seamen isn't sitting at the desk anymore and the usual pandemonium that goes on in the office is back to normal. My brows draw together in puzzlement and my teeth fuss with my lip as I wonder what that could mean. Mr. Harper said he hadn't heard anything about a new office attendant and the students reaction only proved that they hadn't either. Also it was only second period so she couldn't be on break already. She must be in the back somewhere doing something, my brain tried to tell me, but as I made right into the office instead of continuing straight to class that hope burned to ashes. Behind the desk stood Mrs. Aaron, the usual office attendant, in all her wrinkled glory, looking as if she'd been there all morning and was already tired of being here.
Pushing my way up to front was a great feat to accomplish, but I managed just fine and ended up in front of her.
There are a lot of place I'd rather be than up close and personal with Mrs. Aaron, but desperate times calls for desperate measures and I'm desperate to know where Ms. Seamen is. "Excuse me?"
Mrs. Aaron's turkey like neck makes a cringe-worthy cracking sound as it snaps towards me and my overly bright smile quickly turns into a grimace. She glares down at me whilst chewing a piece of gum harder than was necessary, she takes a second to pop it before answering me. "What is it?" Her raspy voice says. I twisted my face into what I hoped was a sugary sweet smile and beamed it at her despite my dark mood, ignoring the restlessness of the people behind me. "I was wondering if you happened to know where Ms. Seamen is by any chance?" My voice came out perky and energetic but on the inside I was freaking by the puzzled look on Ms. Aaron face.
"Ms. Seamen?" I shake my head yes. "I don't think I know of a Ms. Seamen..."
A small sound escaped me, as her voice trails off into oblivion, sounding like the mixture of a choke and a gasp and I backed slowly out of office, unseeing of the students before me as I near crashed into them. I couldn't sort out the emotions working through my head and stomach--Panic, Confusion, Fear, Hysteria. Somehow I made it into the bathroom without interruption and I threw myself into a stall trying to get a handle on my emotions. Distantly I wonder if I'd imagined Ms. Seamen, if she was another one of my hallucinations but immediately I knew it wasn't true, how could it be? I mean, I certainly didn't write that note myself and I didn't have the creativity or imagination to come up with a joke like this, let alone hallucinate something so vivid and clear. Maybe this whole situation was demented and insane, but I sure as hell knew I wasn't crazy, that this was not just a part of my imagination.
With my wits gathered back together, I walked out of the bathroom with my head held high, like I didn't almost just have a panic attack in the bathroom. Though when I arrived outside of my classroom, with the late bell clanging in the background I was hit yet again with another game changing thought, and this one was a doozy, leaving me in utter turmoil for the rest of the day.
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