I hate school.
No, not The School (though I do hate it too...) but real school. Eighth grade.
See, the Flock and I are lying low in this small town in Texas. No Flyboys have come after us for about 3 months, so we thought it was safe enough to settle down. For nowthat is.
We decided to go to school, just in case anyone saw us around town and got suspicious. I sure did luck out on that. But hey, if the Flock's happy, that's all that matters, right?
Earlier that day I had walked into Browning Junior High with all Fang, Iggy, and Nudge. We had lockers right next to each other, luckily. Once we had put our stuff away we said our goodbyes. Nudge didn't have class with us because she was in 6th grade, and I wouldn't have a class with Fang and Iggy till 3rd block. Angel and Gazzy were in Elementary School, which was a whole different building.
Right now I'm in the reading portion of Language Arts. The teacher, 's, was babbling on about something I honestly didn't care about. Instead I was looking at a group of birds out the window. How great it would feel stretching my sore wings, coasting on the warm breez-
"Miss Ride, are you paying attention?" Ms. R asked. I hadn't realized she'd been making her way over to my desk before it was too late.
I decided to tell her the truth. After all, I can't tell a lie! (note the sarcasm.)
" Uh-huh, sure, um, did anyone ever tell you that you can sometimes look like a rabid bear?" I asked her.
Ms. R's face turned a deep scarlet, and her eyes and nose scrunched up in anger.
" Yeah, like that!" I told her, giving her a thumbs-up.
The whole class started cracking up. Some kids gave me high-fives, while others fell off their chairs they were laughing so hard.
Everyone became quiet as soon as Ms. R glared at them. I swear, if looks could kill, we'd be dead a million times over.
"Miss Ride?" she turned to look at me.
"Yes?" I replied in a sweet innocent voice.
" Dention. After school. Today."
Oh well, it sure was worth it.