1.8

"I won't laugh. I am crying.(laughed heavily)"—me.

"jeez...such an infant."—her.

"Ohh sorry teacher am I in trouble."—me.

While we were laughing an old dude in a dull blazer came to us.

"Miss Ray, where have you been all this time? The principal wants to meet you."—old dude.

"I guess we--are in trouble."—me.

The principal's office waiting room was fun. There were candies and toys for small kids. I was having a time of my life while she was inside talking with the old guy. They looked at me from time to time and I smiled back the first couple of times but later on I mixed it up a little bit with funny faces.

She walked out of that room after an hour long chat, her face was like that of an wounded lion. I felt like I was going to get brutally killed if I said one word wrong.

"so??"—me.

"so??"-her(angry face).

She looked cute with all that red blood flowing through her face. I felt like a small little part of my head which does not have the capability to anticipate the injury she could inflict on me wanted to tease her. Despite no mental capability whatsoever the small part was really good at tempting. And I gave in,

"So, are we going to study something or not, seriously."—me.

I said that while looking straight, I was avoiding her angry face as it would make me laugh

"Yeah why not."—her.(she laughed).

I felt like someone played with me.

"why are you laughing you are supposed to be angry?"—me.

"I am angry, but you are screwed."—her(she laughs again).

"what does that mean?"—me.

"Well I said that I was away to take care of my childhood friend who had been homeless and missing for over two weeks, and guess who is my friend who got a job here as the assistant librarian."—her.