Sassed

"Samantha Puckett, do you plan on graduating?" our English teacher asked. I turned to look at Sam, sitting two rows over from me. Yes, she was half-asleep at her desk but she had done the reading, keeping to her promise about doing schoolwork. I could vouch for her from the ten calls I'd received around midnight with her questions on the book. I too was half-asleep at my desk but because of Sam's reputation, Miss Simon, chose to call Sam out.

"Actually, I was hoping that I would get to stay back and take English with you again," she said. I unsuccessfully attempted to cover my laughter with a cough. This wasn't the first time that Sam sassed our English teacher and it wouldn't be the last but the teacher's face was too priceless to ignore, as it was every tim Sam back talked her. She turned her glare on me. Sam's sass was going to get me in trouble yet again.

"Is something funny, Freddie?" Miss Simon asked. I looked down at the book on my desk. No matter how much I wanted too, I would never have the guts to tell off the teacher like Sam did.

"No, ma'am." I shook my head and pretended to be lost in the book.

"So are you going to test us on the chapter or not?" Sam asked, taking the attention away from me. "I'd like to get it over with before I forget everything." I smiled this time, knowing better than to laugh. Sam returned my smile as Miss Simon began her weekly lecture on respect because apparently none of us had respect.

Sam's sass got her in trouble often and in turn led to me getting in trouble but it was something I loved about her personality. She wouldn't be Sam without being sassy.