Cassandra couldn't figure what was taking Ronald so long. It felt like forever being stuck in a class full of mean kids. If I could've stayed back one more year. Or gone to the public high school dreamy Schmidt had went to. She sighed, glanced down at the note pad, and scribbled arrows across the top of the page. Never in all her fourteen years had she hated school until now. It sucks lemons. Totally.
Her classmates were completely out of control running around the room, throwing paper balls, talking just to talk, and giggling. This was worse than babysitting for her neighbor's monster children for the summer.
"Looks like Kermit is back, Miss Piggy," Gruber snickered before letting out a snort.
She lifted her eyes and peered at the doorway.
Ronald shot her a look, jerked his head back, and scurried toward his desk to the right of her.
A hint of tuna wafted in his wake. Whatever he had prepared wasn't going to be good. Especially if it was one of his tactical spit balls. She knew he would end up in the principal's office before the morning was over. Something in the pit of her stomach told her so.
"The Hangman is right outside the door," Ronald stage-whispered for her ears only and plopped in his seat.
"Good," she muttered back at him. "It's about time."
Gruber jog-walked toward the doorway of the classroom.
Cassandra shook her head. It took everything inside her to not bust out laughing. The kid was in for a big surprise.
The greasy-haired boy craned his neck around the door frame and let out a yelp.
Shelly Arkon 2015