"Mathew, Mathew!" Meagan Gyde, teacher of the grade seven classes of miscreants exclaimed.
A loud snore was the only response, causing the rest of the class to burst into giggles.
"Allow us Mme," I said, getting up and taking a meter long ruler from its resting place.
"Sorry if we break them, Mme, we'll pay you," Josie added, standing up and taking up the other ruler.
We advanced on Mathew, who was about to get the awakening of his life. In unison, we brought the rulers down hard on each side of his sleeping form. A loud crack emitted from the clash of wood on wood and Mathew jumped and fell from his chair.
As Mathew lay sprawled on the ground the class burst into full-blown laughter. Giggles, escalating to chortles, escalating to laughter, escalating too tears.
We silently handed our teacher the rulers as she gave us the 'look.'
"Jillian, Josie," she began, but was cut off by the cackling of our century old intercom.
"Mme Gyde?" the voice sounded panicky, nothing like the voice of Clarisse Daudet, one of our oldest stayed secretaries.
"Oui, Clarisse?" Mme Gyde responded, unsure of the speaker herself.
"Please come to the office," the intercom cracked. Loud guffawing could be heard in the background. She was speaking English, as she usually told us too speak French it was surprising.
"But Mme, my class," she was once again cut off.
"Please... just come... now... PLEASE!"
I carefully schooled my expression to that of an angel. The devil inside was planning the short party soon to come.
Mme Gyde carefully turned her face towards us. She didn't trust us too be in the class by ourselves. Gods know why. Her face was filled with indecision, leave us and risk the explosion of her classroom to save Mme Clarisse, or stay and leave our beloved secretary to whatever had left her so panicked.
"I'll be leaving, for a short period of time, and I'm trusting you too remain seated," she said, firmly.
She left quickly, I guess in hopes of returning quickly. "And remember, Mme Viselli is right next door."
Kayla S. and Ashley took lookout, any teachers coming and we'd know far before they got in range to investigate and confirm.
Anita went to the cd player and turned on 'hot.103', her favorite radio station. She began dancing, ignoring the guys groans to 'put some actual music on' and too 'shut that shit off.'
The rest of the class took up there various activities until Michael produced a football.
A good majority of the class got up and came too join.
Before the guys knew what was happening the girls had the ball. It was too small of a classroom to play actual football, so we just played keep away with tackle.
I had the ball. Michael picked up a chair and threw it at me; I had stolen the ball from him. I ducked, it crashed into the wall.
A sharp whistle pierced everyone's ears. Each student ran too there seat. We all knew what it meant. Teacher alert. It was Mme Viselli, the grade eight teacher.
We sat like perfect little angels. Completely silent. Mme Viselli gave us dirty looks before returning to her classroom.
This happened six more times before a final whistle was sounded.
Josie ran to her chair near the door. She was planning to slide. The door was open.
"Shit!" I swore. I ran after her as she went flying out the door.
I grabbed her feet. A swung her back into the classroom.
"Fuck," I swore.
Mme Gyde was coming, followed by three figures, completely unknown to us.
Angels. That's what we were. Angels.
The moment our teacher came into the class her eyes widened. We don't behave like this. And the class was still in one piece.
Before she could comment the intercom cackled again.
"Mme Gyde, please come to the office." Mme Clarisse seemed to have calmed down.
Our teacher frowned but turned and left, followed by the four figures. She didn't even seem to want to think about what had happened.
I didn't bother looking at them, knowing what there ass looked like wouldn't help me. Anita almost fell off her chair, swooning. I sneered.
"Football!" Eric yelled. Ashley and Kayla S. returned to the door.
A sharp whistle broke our concentration on keeping the ball away from Michael and he plucked it from my hands.
We ran. Ashley and Kayla S. were running too. Whoever it was was coming fast. Coming up the stairs from the sounds of it.
Josie ran to her seat beside the door. We ran and both jumped on our chairs, sliding out of the room. She slid far farther.
"Josie! You dumbass!" I yelled.
I ran over.
"Dumbass!" She yelled louder then I had.
Michael grabbed my feet and pulled me in.
I didn't bother too look and see who saw us. Speed was what was required.
I saw Matt run past me to grab Josie. I wasn't paying attention to Michael dragging me anymore. The chair snagged and I flew forward, falling hard on the ground.
"Fuck you Michael!"
By the time the two teenagers came in we were angels again. Two figures soon followed. One looking similar to Mme Gyde. I was more concentrated on my teacher narrowing her eyes at us, truth be told.
"What did you do?" she asked.
I saw four strangers come up behind her. I'd deal with them after. First mission: divert Mme Gyde's suspicions. Kathy got there first.
"How could you! We all sit here like perfect little angels trying to look good for you and you ask what we have done!" Kathy put her face in her hands.
Tears were running down my cheeks and I sobbed loudly.
