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Fantasy3: Thanks, let's see if the plans work out as expected! Keep reading!
angel9220042004: All right, this chappie tells what happens to King Bob! Keep reading!
Spinelli Woods, Esq.: Thanks, hope you like this! Keep reading!
A.L. Nowicki: Okay, the mystery of King Bob is revealed in this chappie! And no, teacher's appreciation isn't cut out, but it WOULD have been pretty interesting...
Chapter Fifteen: Teachers' Appreciation
The next Monday began the annual Teachers' Appreciation Week. The point was to show gratitude and thanks to the teachers for their hard efforts in giving the students a decent education. Not many of the teachers at Ronald Reagan High were really held in high esteem in the graduating class's mind, except for dear Allison Mitchells.
"I still wonder what was in that letter she got the other day," Spinelli remarked to no one in particular as they all headed towards class.
T.J. wanted to badly to tell what he thought it was, but he kept his mouth shut. For all he knew, it wasn't true, and he didn't want to be the cause of some kind of rumor. But after seeing how tired and miserable Mrs. Mitchells looked that morning, he had a feeling that his suspicions were correct.
"Good morning, class," she faked smiled, a gloomy look behind her eyes. "I hope everyone had a great weekend."
The class silently nodded, shocked at their teacher's appearance. She didn't look so well. T.J. boldly raised his hand.
"Mrs. Mitchells?" he asked a little timidly. "Um, are you...okay?"
She gave a sad smile. "Yes, T.J., I'm fine. I just...I've just had a few bumps in the road the past few days. Now, everyone take out their history books, and turn to chapter thirteen, The Age of Reagan. As you all know, Ronald Reagan was the fortieth president of the United States, who died just two years ago, and is the reason this school is named after him." (A/N: Remember, this all takes place in 2006).
As much as the kids loved Ronald Reagan, none of them could really stay focused on the lesson. They were seriously worried about their teacher's emotional state. She seemed so "out of it". When the bell rang to go to the next class, T.J. was the only one who stayed behind. Once everyone had left and the door had shut, he went up to her desk and asked her,
"Mrs. Mitchells? Are you positive that you're okay? Me and the other guys are pretty worried about you. Is something the matter?"
The lady gave a depressed, deep sigh before answering. "I suppose I COULD tell you. You seem like a nice kid, and you were a friend of my son's." She paused before continuing. "Remember that letter I got the other day from the secretary?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, it was from the Army...and..."she started getting teary. "It said that Bobby is missing is action."
"Missing?" T.J. gasped. He didn't know which was worse: having him listed dead or missing. At least if he were dead, everyone would know for sure where he was. "You mean, they don't know where he is?"
"No," Mrs. Mitchells said in a quiet voice. "You're not going to go blabbing this around are you?"
"No! No of course not, you can be sure I won't tell anyone," T.J. promised, crossing his heart.
"Thank you," she told him. "Well, it is nice to get THAT off my shoulders. The only people who know are that stupid secretary, immediate family, the Army, and you. I pray that he becomes UN-missing and comes home safely, but who am I kidding?"
"Mrs. Mitchells," T.J. stated a little firmly. "Your son is coming home a war hero, he is not going to be missing much longer. You'll see! He was a church-going guy, God's going to be looking out for him."
"I hope you're right," she replied. "You'd better go on to your next class now."
"Oh, yeah! Uh, see ya later, Mrs. Mitchells!" T.J. said, running out the door. "Oh and Mrs. Mitchells?"
"Yes?" she answered, looking up from some paperwork.
"Happy Teacher's Appreciation Week," he smiled at her before bolting out the door.
Aw, this was so sad to write! Will King Bob become un-missing in action? Will the school board be able to help the kids out with their issues? Will any of this madness be subdued? Gotta keep reading to find out!
Fantasy3: Thanks, let's see if the plans work out as expected! Keep reading!
angel9220042004: All right, this chappie tells what happens to King Bob! Keep reading!
Spinelli Woods, Esq.: Thanks, hope you like this! Keep reading!
A.L. Nowicki: Okay, the mystery of King Bob is revealed in this chappie! And no, teacher's appreciation isn't cut out, but it WOULD have been pretty interesting...
Chapter Fifteen: Teachers' Appreciation
The next Monday began the annual Teachers' Appreciation Week. The point was to show gratitude and thanks to the teachers for their hard efforts in giving the students a decent education. Not many of the teachers at Ronald Reagan High were really held in high esteem in the graduating class's mind, except for dear Allison Mitchells.
"I still wonder what was in that letter she got the other day," Spinelli remarked to no one in particular as they all headed towards class.
T.J. wanted to badly to tell what he thought it was, but he kept his mouth shut. For all he knew, it wasn't true, and he didn't want to be the cause of some kind of rumor. But after seeing how tired and miserable Mrs. Mitchells looked that morning, he had a feeling that his suspicions were correct.
"Good morning, class," she faked smiled, a gloomy look behind her eyes. "I hope everyone had a great weekend."
The class silently nodded, shocked at their teacher's appearance. She didn't look so well. T.J. boldly raised his hand.
"Mrs. Mitchells?" he asked a little timidly. "Um, are you...okay?"
She gave a sad smile. "Yes, T.J., I'm fine. I just...I've just had a few bumps in the road the past few days. Now, everyone take out their history books, and turn to chapter thirteen, The Age of Reagan. As you all know, Ronald Reagan was the fortieth president of the United States, who died just two years ago, and is the reason this school is named after him." (A/N: Remember, this all takes place in 2006).
As much as the kids loved Ronald Reagan, none of them could really stay focused on the lesson. They were seriously worried about their teacher's emotional state. She seemed so "out of it". When the bell rang to go to the next class, T.J. was the only one who stayed behind. Once everyone had left and the door had shut, he went up to her desk and asked her,
"Mrs. Mitchells? Are you positive that you're okay? Me and the other guys are pretty worried about you. Is something the matter?"
The lady gave a depressed, deep sigh before answering. "I suppose I COULD tell you. You seem like a nice kid, and you were a friend of my son's." She paused before continuing. "Remember that letter I got the other day from the secretary?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, it was from the Army...and..."she started getting teary. "It said that Bobby is missing is action."
"Missing?" T.J. gasped. He didn't know which was worse: having him listed dead or missing. At least if he were dead, everyone would know for sure where he was. "You mean, they don't know where he is?"
"No," Mrs. Mitchells said in a quiet voice. "You're not going to go blabbing this around are you?"
"No! No of course not, you can be sure I won't tell anyone," T.J. promised, crossing his heart.
"Thank you," she told him. "Well, it is nice to get THAT off my shoulders. The only people who know are that stupid secretary, immediate family, the Army, and you. I pray that he becomes UN-missing and comes home safely, but who am I kidding?"
"Mrs. Mitchells," T.J. stated a little firmly. "Your son is coming home a war hero, he is not going to be missing much longer. You'll see! He was a church-going guy, God's going to be looking out for him."
"I hope you're right," she replied. "You'd better go on to your next class now."
"Oh, yeah! Uh, see ya later, Mrs. Mitchells!" T.J. said, running out the door. "Oh and Mrs. Mitchells?"
"Yes?" she answered, looking up from some paperwork.
"Happy Teacher's Appreciation Week," he smiled at her before bolting out the door.
Aw, this was so sad to write! Will King Bob become un-missing in action? Will the school board be able to help the kids out with their issues? Will any of this madness be subdued? Gotta keep reading to find out!