Sorry for the weekly wait, I was sick all week but somehow managed to go to the class trip yesterday, my foot slipped and I was hanging from my arms being directly on a rope 17 meters off the ground (I did have and harness but once you fall and are only hanging from it, it's awkward when you want to go back up)
Enjoy a small chapter because I could not think of anything else to write.
"Sylvia? Out of all people it had to be that bitch Sylvia!"
Ellen kept throwing toys that were conveniently scattered on her bed while at the same time screaming at the top of her lungs.
"I want MY REAL TEACHER! NOT THAT BLONDE BIMBO OF A SUB!"
Using her anger she kicked off her shoes and socks and threw her lamp against the wall; finally collapsing on her pillow in final minutes of a fit.
Meredith and Derek stood in the hallway doing nothing.
"Don't you think we should go in there and punish her?"
"Nah, she'll get tired and once it gets quiet in there we can go in and throw in a pep talk."
"I don't think this is a good system."
"We got four kids, that itself is not a good system."
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Christmas had come and gone and so had Ellen's seventh birthday and now Tyler had just turned two, Ellen had developed a bond with her brother had he turned out to be also left-handed and giving the stats for the twin theory a big middle finger. Never mind my drift as I was saying they had bond being Ellen the only one in the damn house who could show him how to hold crayons that he surprisingly did not eat like one of my dad's messed-up cousins.
Ruby and Grace were getting closer to their tenth birthday and Karen's 8th wasn't so far either.
Mrs. Mary had not yet got back to work, her illness had declined around July of the past year not allowing her to go back to work and making Ellen's life a living hell having to put up with a hypocrite substitute teacher who would only care for one student out of twenty-one, this particular student being goody two-shoes Stewie.
"Stewie, why did you take off your shoes?"
"I…I… I felt like taking them off."
"If you don't think you need them I'm putting them on the windowsill to air them out a little bit and then I'm gonna keep them for my baby boy!"
Ugh, so annoying! Why couldn't she get Mrs. Mary back, they had a few visits from their favourite teacher along the year; her hair was cut awfully short and it was pitch-black, the Mrs. Mary she knew had red shoulder length hair.
All that was left to do was to wait for Mrs. Mary return or hope bitch Sylvia would go all Rosemary's baby and give birth to the anti-Christ.
Wanna something? In real life Stewie name was Bruno, not sure how that's relevant…
I have two more chapters in mind, he next one won't be very big the one following it? Huge!
Now I have noticed I've had three review free chapters in a row so will you please review this time? Doesn't even have to make sense, if you want just write a random word like "potato" or "cannabis".
Pretty please…review…
