It's just an F

"ALEXIA MILLER.... ALEXIA MILLER!!!. I turned my head to the sound of that horrible voice.

'Shit' I thought. I wasn't listening.

" Alexia Miller," Mrs Oliver called again, she looked pissed off (who cares. Okay, I do).

"Yes ma'am." I answered sweetly while standing. What does she want this time.

"Have you seen your score?" She asked, while staring at me.

Come to think of it, I haven't even looked at that damn paper yet. Why? Because it's always the same score over and over again, and it's starting to piss me off.

"Yes, Mrs Oliver. " I could feel everyone in class watching me, waiting to just laugh at me. But I'm used to it. "I have seen it, " I said with a fake smile. (Never acted fake).

"So, What's your score? " She asked staring at me. It was evident that she wasn't happy (wow!!).

"The usual score" I replied still wearing a fake smile.

Some people were already laughing quietly at me, I could feel it.

"What do you mean by the usual?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I got an F, " Everyone busted into laughing even Jeremy, I felt like shouting at them but instead I kept quiet in order not to provoke Mrs Oliver (she's scary).

I noticed Mrs Oliver looking at my side, when it suddenly hit me.

"Gosh! She is still sleeping" I whispered. How could she be asleep at a time like this, can't she feel the tense atmosphere. We are on a battlefield and Mrs Oliver is the opponent, who doesn't backs down. Now I'm not gonna hear the last of it and nerdy Alice told me to wake her up (I'm in deep shit).

"Why is she sleeping? She asked while glaring at me and the innocent girl sleeping next to me (innocent? More like a she-devil).

"Umm.... " 'Come on think of something Alexia' I thought. "She's not feeling to well," Yes, that's it. "Mrs Oliver she's sick. " I said with a sad voice.

"Really?" She questioned.

I could tell that she doesn't believe me. "Wake her up this instant!" She ordered and I had no choice but to obey (dictator).

"Yes ma'am. " They busted into laughter again (All bunch of sick people). "Hey, wake up. " I said shaking her lightly. "Wake up".

" Go away, " She grumbled while pushing my hand away. "Touch me again, I will chop off your fingers and give you to eat! Can't you see that I want to sleep. "I rolled my eyes at her, not surprised by her reaction (we both love to sleep). She hates it when someone wakes her up. Reminder: Never ever ever wake her up forcefully or you won't know how you died.

" ASHLEY DAVIDSON!!! " Mrs Oliver yelled and I flinched.

"Am up!! Am up!!" She jumped up. Another fit of laughter. She looked at me with a sleepy eyes, I couldn't help but smile at how cute she looked.

"Miss Davison, I'm I boring to you?" She gritted her teeth.

Ashley nodded before shaking her head. She looked confused.

I tried to hold back the laughter that was trying to burst out at any moment. Does she have to frustrate Mrs Oliver at every single lesson.

"Really?" Mrs Oliver asked again eyeing us.

Ashley nodded.

"Words. Miss Davison I need words."

"No ma. You aren't boring. In fact you are the most non- boring teacher, you are very attentive to your students. You make sure we are always on our toes. You, you" she glanced at me. Her eyes sparkles with mischief. I smiled cause I know what that look means, she has run out of what to say.

"You are the most selfless teacher. The most amazing teacher" I said out loud.

"Yes. Yes. Exactly what she said" Ashley chimed in.

Mrs Oliver shook her head.

"So do you mind explaining to me why you are sleeping in class? " She said while moving back and forth majestically (stay put woman).

Ashely looks at me with a pleading eyes than back at Mrs Oliver, who was eyeing her.

"Sick" I whispered in a way only her could hear.

"Mrs Oliver, I have a cold. " She rubbed her arms while shivering. I smiled inwardly, such an actress. Mrs Oliver shakes her head in frustration again.

It never gets old.

"Check your test score. " Mrs Oliver said in a bored tone.

What's up with her asking us about our test scores... She marked it, she ought to know our score. She just finds pleasure in making us a laughing stock (I don't admire her anymore).

"Oh, sure." Ashely said flatly. She picked up the to check it. I saw her rolling her eyes at the paper, I guess she was not surprised. "An F. " She with a toneless voice.

"Really, so you both got an F" she said.

We nodded. "Tell me what went wrong?".

Ashley and I looked at each confused at her question. She's the main reason we fail. She's way too strict.

"Am waiting" she said while looking at some papers on her desk.

"Some of the questions were hard to understand" Ashley answered.

You mean all the questions.

"I need another reason. You are fond of saying that" she said without looking at us.

"I don't like this woman" Ashley whispered to me.

"Same here" I whispered back.

I guess Mrs Oliver noticed that we weren't saying anything before she looks at us.

"What I'm going to do with you girls?" She glanced at us. "I want to see you both in my office after class ends".

"Yes ma" we replied.

"You may seat. Now let's get down to the business of the day"

Mrs Oliver was teaching the class but all I could hear was blah blah blah. I really want to pay attention, I really do but I get bored easily.

"Lex" Ashley tapped me. "I think that old lady is looking this way" she said not taking her eyes off Mrs Oliver.

Ashley is not a big fan of Mrs Oliver. She really dislike her and everything she does, I don't blame her. Anybody in her place would also hate Mrs Oliver. Ash claims that Mrs Oliver is only out to torment us (Ashley way of thinking).

We been best friends since kindergarten. No one knows me better than her and I same. She so beautiful, with sexy black eyes and cute dimples, her face lit up whenever she smiles. We are completely different but always in sync.

"She's gonna call one of us very soon" still not taking her eyes off the woman.

"Alexia" Mrs Oliver called me.

"Told ya" Ashley winked.

I forced a smile as I stood because I knew where this was going to lead. "Yes ma".

She's smirked at me.

I swallowed.

Damn! How do I save myself.