Meet the Teacher Evening

My eyes fluttered open. It was the big day. Meet the Teacher Evening. I had exactly 12 hours to figure out a way to keep my mom from going. This was going to be one tough task. When my mom's mind was set on doing something, nothing stopped her. Nothing.

The previous night, I had erased Meet the Teacher Evening from the calendar. I had hidden the note about it too. But when I went downstairs for breakfast that morning, I found that it was written back up there. Rats.

At the breakfast table I decided to tempt her with other things she could do that evening, things much more appealing than meeting my teachers.

"So mom, I was thinking maybe the two of us could have a mother-daughter evening tonight. We could watch a movie, get pedicures, and eat ice cream sundaes. Would you be interested?"

"Honey, tonight is 'Meet the Teacher Night' at your school. I want to go to that and discuss with them how you're doing academically, and get to know them."

"Mom, you know my grades are fine. And you're already met my teachers."

"Not all of them. Come on Gabi, it almost seems like you don't want me to go!"

"That's not it mom. Go have a great time. But do you mind if I come along? You know, to show you around?"

"That would be just fine. Now you better hurry, or you're going to miss the bus!"

With that, I ran out the door. When I got on the bus I sat down next to Troy.

"Troy, my mom is absolutely set on going to school tonight. So I made her promise that I could go with her. At least that way I can steer her clear of Mr. Johnson's classroom."

"That sounds like a great plan Gabs. But I have another idea. How about if I call your mom, and pretend to be her work, and ask her to work tonight? Oh, never mind, that wouldn't work. She's at work so why would they call her instead of talk to her?"

"No, Troy, it's perfect! She has the day off today but she often works evenings. Being a nurse and all, it's not unusual."

"So that's what we'll do then. I'll meet you at the pay phone during free period.

"Sounds like a plan!"

After science, I practically sprinted down the hallway towards the pay phone. Troy was already there, waiting patiently. It seemed like he'd been there for quite a while.

"Sorry I'm late. How long have you been waiting for?" I asked.

"Like half an hour." He claimed.

"Ya right man," exclaimed Chad as he passed by, "Thirty seconds tops!"

Troy turned as red as a tomato.

"All right, you got me," he confessed. I gently swatted at his arm.

"Ok Troy, now how about that phone call?"

"Right." Troy dialed my phone number.

"Hello?"

"Hello Ms. Montez, this is the Grace Hospital."

"Why hello. Is this Dr. Ferrero?"

"Yes. Um…we were wondering if you could possibly work this evening? 7 til midnight?"

"Well I wish I could but I have other plans tonight."

"We desperately need someone, please cancel your plans."

"I'm sorry, I can't. Good-bye."

I could tell by the look on Troy's face that the plan hadn't worked. I sighed. Now, the only thing to do was wait.

At 7:00, my mom and I walked through the doors of East High. There were lots of parents strolling from classroom to classroom, introducing themselves to all the teachers.

"So mom, who do you want to see first?"

"Hmm…we should go in order. So how about if we start with your homeroom teacher?"

"NO! I mean…we're supposed to visit them last. You know, save the best for last. How about if we go see Ms. Wagner? She's my LA teacher. You'll like her. She likes…um…showers."

"What do you mean, she likes showers?"

"Um…as opposed to baths. Just like you. Nothing beats a nice refreshing shower. Better than bathing in your own filth. Ha. Ha. Ha."

My mom gave me a weird look.

"Ok then…well let's go."

She started off down the hallway. I saw Mr. Johnson rounding the corner at the other end, so I pulled mom into the janitor's closet.

"Gabriella! Why are we in here?"

"I wanted to show it to you. See this mop? It's a very nice mop. We should get one for our house. To clean it."

"Whatever, Gabi, I don't have all day. Let's just go see your teacher. The one who enjoys…showers."

She opened the door. Luckily Mr. Johnson was out of site. We continued down the hall and finally reached Ms. Wagner's classroom. My mom had a nice discussion with her, occasionally wincing when a particularly large piece of spit landed on her. After she was more than a little damp, she decided that it was time to go to see the next teacher.

We stepped out into the hallway. Just as we did that, Mr. J walked by. He didn't see my mom. But she saw him alright.

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Hey everyone! I hope you're enjoying the story. I'm going away for the long weekend so I won't update til Monday at the very earliest. Please review! I was very disappointed that I only got 4 reviews for Chapter 5. I know there are 20 of you who have this story on alert so I want at least 10 reviews for this chapter. And even if you don't have this on alert, review anyways! Thanks to all my reviewers who have reviewed!

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PS: What do you think her mom's reaction will be? Ooooo, you'll have to find out! Hahahahahaha!