Patricia's PoV
"So, on that note, Julius Caesar was an incredibly influential figure…" Yeah, yeah, yeah. Why does school have to be so boring? Two more classes to survive; this one, and history. Yippee.
20 minutes later, I'm on my way to history. I know that Ms. Lil quit yesterday, so I'm kind of curious to see who is going to be our teacher. In the class, I dutifully sat next to Eddie, who started suggesting a date when classes for the day ended.
"I mean, like we didn't even get to see each other over the holiday so…"
"We'll see. Who knows? Something may come up."
We heard footsteps, so everyone settled down. Then Mr. Winkler entered the room. He had quit, disappeared, without even a word. How was this possible? How could he just reappear?
"Mr. Winkler!"
"What? Surprised to see me, Patricia?"
I nodded, definitely surprised. He smiled. "Well class. I already know most of you, but for those who don't know me, my name is Mr. Winkler, and I will be your teacher, to lead you through one heroic battle to another."
Class went on with the regular intros. In the middle of class, through the intercom, we heard Mr. Sweet yellng.
"Jerome Clarke, Alfredo Lewis, and Patricia Williamson to my office. NOW!"
I wonder what he's mad about. "Geez, weasels, what did you two do now?"
Alfie looked hurt. "We didn't do anything, Trixie. How about you?"
"Nothing."
Before we walked out of the room, Mr. Winkler stopped us, with a slight worry clouding his eyes. "Be careful. He seems really mad today. Warning, he might be rabid." We all burst into laughter. Even Mara was laughing.
Jerome, Alfie, and I raced to Sweetie's office. "Ha! I won! In your faces!"
Jerome glared at me. "Yeah, well, now we're here. And you get to go in first. Congrats Trix."
The three of us turned to face the door.