She-devil

It was a smoky day; I could already tell my day was going to be crucial. I was running late and my hair was frizzy from my flat ironer because of the wires were shorting out. I make it to school and sign in and walked slowly to the dreadful she-devil’s classroom. She looks at me accusingly as I handed her my note and walked to my cold desk with thousands of eraser shavings. She slings a packed of algebra 2 papers at me and gives us all another paper. The she-devil hands me a dieing calculator, “I’m like wow okay?” Well people around me didn’t understand, what she just taught. I get a few problems done and helped them, then I sit done to finish and I hear her stomping over to my desk with her bitchy attitude and says “you can’t have hole in your jeans” and keeps going on and on being rude so I get an attitude back because she could have said something the other times I wore them or even when I first walked in, but she had to wait till class was almost over and she hadn’t said anything to the other students that had bigger holes than I did in my jeans. We argued and she told me to go to the office and I walked out and said “NO!” with a slam of the door and left school. Then I woke up in a cold sweat and had just realized it was all a hazy dream





I wish.