Chapter 4((me))

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Chapter 4: English Class

They say down in their seats and waited for Ms. Sidle to enter the room. Jordan got up from her seat near the window and crossed the room to the area where Rosie, Greg, and Archie were seated alphabetically. "Hey-lo." She smiled taking up an empty seat.

"Hey."

"Yo."

"HI!" they greeted.

"What's good?" she asked. Just as she asked, a pissed off Sara Sidle entered the room.

"Jordan, back you your seat. Stay after class. Everyone take out your books. Read two more chapters and do the questions. Don't talk or pass notes." She glared at Jordan. She clearly found out about Jordan and Rosie's detentions with Catherine. Jordan snorted to keep from laughing, and Rosie giggled. The rest of the class took out the novel they were reading as a class and obediently worked.

About 30 minutes after the class had begun reading, Jordan was finished. She was a 'fast reader' as she told Ms. Sidle. Sara glared at her as a response. When Jordan sat down, Rosie got up. She to was finished, also being a 'fast reader.' Sara handed her a piece of note paper when she handed her work in, and Rosie opened it up to read it as she sat down. Jordan laughed. "Something funny?" Sara asked.

"Yeah." Jordan responded.

"Would you like to share it?"

"Well, it might resort in the entire class going 'ohhhh' at you and their parents calling saying they don't want you to teach their children anymore cuz you're a bad example, but sure, I'll share." She smiled. "Haha, hey, a BUG. Wonder what it is...hey Rosie...think we could get an ENTOMOLOGIST in here to help us out?" Jordan tried to sound serious.

"Enough. No one wants to hear about entomologists."

"I'm sure no one would like to hear it from you, judging by the perspective of one you have, Ms. G-...Sidle." she smirked.

The look on Sara's face, if only someone had a camera. Where is Kodak when you really need them?? The bell rang. "Go; finish whatever you didn't do for homework. Jordan, stay put." Sara announced.

"Okie-dokie, Bugwoman. Meet me at my locker, guys." She called to Rosie, Greg, and Archie.

"Okies!" Rosie called back.

"Close the door, Rosie." Sara said. Rosie did. Jordan folded her hands on her desk and smiled.

"You wanted to speak with me?" she asked.

"Yes. You're the reason for this." She put a copy of Rosie's detention slip on the desk. "I don't want you anywhere near my daughter anymore. You're a terrible example, you've destroyed her, changed her to be like you. You're terrible."

"Haha, talk about bad example. You're the one keeping it a secret from everyone that you're dating a man at least twice your age. You're the bad example."

"that has nothing to do with it! That's my life, not hers."

"I rest my case. It's not your life, its Rosie's. If she wants to be friends with me, it's her choice. I'm not a bad person. I'm a 16-year-old who is expressive of her thoughts and feelings and doesn't give a rat's ass what anyone thinks. And if you think that me helping your daughter to realize that you've been keeping her in a box for sixteen years is a bad thing, then so be it. She's already realized it, getting rid of me won't help." Jordan said, anger rising.

"She won't have a detention every-other-day if you're gone."

"I'm not going anywhere, so deal with it." She got up to leave but was stopped.

"Sit back down." She demanded. Jordan rolled her eyes and sat back down. "You're a smart girl, you can make a great life for yourself," Jordan cut her off.

"This is no news to me."

"Don't cut me off." She paused. "You can make a great life for yourself, if you get into college. Hundreds of detention and suspensions will not look good. What do you want to do for a career?"

"God, I'm sick of people asking me that. Just get to your point. Greg, Archie, Rosie, and I are already late."

"Um, Ms. Sidle," a voice called from the door.

Jordan turned around to see her enemy Sofia Curtis standing by the door. "Beat it, Spork, I'm making a point here." She said. Sofia closed the door.

"Point proven." Sara said. "You're a bitch; you've turned my daughter into a bitch, and God knows what else you'll do to her if I don't end this."

"Excuse me?" Jordan stood up. "Did you just call me a bitch? Listen," she was cut off by the voice of her best friend.

"Don't, Jordan."

"Dude, did you just hear that!?" she yelled.

"Yeah."

"Dude, that's fucked up!"

"I know, I know. Greg, come get her before she beats up my mom." She motioned for Greg to come in. Jordan and Greg sat down on a desk while Rosie talked.

"Well, go on. Tell me what the problem is." Rosie said.

"She's the problem."

"SHE has a name. Her NAME is Jordan, faggot." Jordan interrupted.

"Chill, babe. Cal down." Greg said, rubbing her arm.

"I'm chill. Continue, Rosie." She smiled.

"Why is she a bitch? Just because she helped me to realize that you've been holding me back from being who I am all these years? And because I can express myself now makes me a bitch? You're funny, really funny. There's a bitch in all of us, mom, and it's gotta come out sometime. Yours is coming out now to, you know."

She turned to leave and Sara responded, "You're grounded."

"Try to get me to stay in, let alone come home."

Rosie, Greg, and a very-pissed-off Jordan exited the room, making sure to bump into Sofia along the way. They left Sara to stand in her place, silently mourning the loss of what she thought was the perfect daughter.