His class had grown into teenagers. Now, they were mean to him, even his own son. He would cry himself to sleep every night, and even if Aviva tried to help him, she couldn't stop his tears. He sat sobbing, grading his test papers, when Aviva came in. "Honey?" "What?" He replied sourly, and reached for his medicine. He took one, making the headache go away. "You ok?" "I'm not." "Why?" "They hate me now. I try to tell them something, and they ignore me, or keep saying things to me that hurt me." "Even Joey?" "Yes!" He began to cry, and his tears dripped onto the test. She looked at it, and it had Joey's name on it, and a big F on it. "Just look at these fucking report cards!" He threw Joey's latest report card at her face, and it had straight F's. "He's failing everything!" "Exactly!" "I can't take it anymore Aviva! Help me!" "Ohk, you asked for it." The next day, Aviva went to the school as the teacher.
She sat down at the desk, and had a pile of detention slips at her side. She wasn't goody two shoes to the class. She was like a Sargent. " ?" "What do you want?" "I need the bathroom!" "Pee in your pants!" Joey stared at her in shock. "Watcha lookin at buddy?" "Nothing." "Good. Anyone daring to get out of their seat? Cause I've got some detention slips here." "Please, it's an emergency!" "Fine go." The boy ran out the door, and Aviva sat down, drumming her nails on the desk. "I need the math page 371 complete, 1-51 in this hour, got it? I see any talking, or whispering, prepare for detention." " ?" "What?" "What is your job?" "I'ma boss at Marcelo's Mechanics. Head Owner Boss." She leaned onto the desk, and the kid went back. "Got it." The kid said, backing up. "When's Chris coming back?" "My husband? Never. I'm your new teacher." The kids gasped, and Martin started cussing out. "Aviva! What the hell is wrong with you? You can't treat us like crap!" "You're my brother in law. Chris gave me permission." She smirked in his face, and he looked at Joey.
"Zach treats us better!" "Fuck do I care?!" The class sat quietly, and Aviva placed a detention slip on Martin's desk. "Merry Christmas." She left, and Martin sat back down. She began to tell them that they shouldn't act like idiots to Chris. "You shouldn't be like idiots to Chris. He works day and night, trying to be a good teacher, and that's what he gets? A stupid idiotic class of Eighth graders, who should know better? What is wrong with you?! Especially you Joey! He works hard to teach you things you shouldn't be learning yet, and you repay your father with straight F's?" They sat quietly, and Aviva sighed. She took the dark glasses of her face, and sighed deeply. "I can be nice. But if treat me the same way you treat Chris, I'll be mean. Watch me, just get on my nerves, and watch." She put them back on, and started writing on the board.
"For English, you will apologize to Chris, for all the things you've done to him, in letter format. I need it by the end of 7th period. And convince him to come back, with no cussing, or I will rip it up in your face and you get detention." She sat quietly, and thought if she could really get the class back on track. She watched them write, when Joey walked up to her. "Mom?" "Sit down and raise your hand, or detention. You choose." He sat down, and raised his hand. "Yes Joey?" "I'm done."