Chapter 11 | Substitute Teacher

I slammed my hand on the alarm blaring on my ears beside me.

My hand hurt after that, but it was worth it. Why did I even set an alarm today. I wasn't even going anywhere. Or was I?

I later fell into anyother round of sleep. Never answering my question.

My eyes shot up, once again. The sound of my alarm filling my ears. Why couldn't that shit, just shut up.

I slammed it again, and again for god know how long.

After about an hour later. I finally decided to wake up, and move to the couch downstairs.

I fluttered my eyes open, and sat up.

The alarm was still ringing again, but I ignored it.

I grabbed my pillow, which had a little bit of drool on it.

Who cared? Not I.

I slipped my feet into my trusty beautiful slippers.

They were so soft. I felt like sleeping on the spot.

I fought the urge to face plant on the floor, right then and there, and strolled out the door.

I got out and slumped on the couch. I could hear my my mother's voice and Stephan from the kitchen.

I didn't care. I needed to sleep.

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"Nat! Nat! NAT!!! Omg is she dead? Stephan!" I heard yelling.

My eyes shot open, once again,"Yes mom. I'm dead. So please continue in your daily activities and leave me here again!" I yelled over here yelling.

She stopped yelling, and I heard footsteps towards me.

"Nat? Nat! Natasha Raymond!" my mom called out.

I opened my eyes,"Yes!"

"Today is the first day of school!" she reminded.

"School? Oh, OK" I replied and shut my eyelids.

A moment passed, after my brain was done processing the information.

"School? OMG! Mom? Why didn't you tell me!" I yelled grabbing my pillow and running away form the sofa to the stairs.

I gagged as I ran, because I just caught a glimpse of my mum, sucking the hell out of stephan's mouth.

They weren't even married for twenty four hours yet.

I was in college right? So that meant that I could be late, whenever and however I want?

Wrong! I was in college, but they had a very strict rule of skipping classes on the first day.

I didn't bother to have a bath. Because, Fuck baths!

I picked on a baggy shirt and jeans. Threw my hair in a ponytail. Grabbed my bags. Thank god, I prepared those things yesterday, and my phone.

I had already received a lot of texts from Amber and cassy, asking where I was.

Amber: Where are you?

Amber: I'm being serious Nat?

Amber: Hello?

Amber: OMG! Were you, or were you not abducted by aliens.

I rolled my eyes at this.

Nat: I was not abducted by aliens, and why are you even typing during class? Is that even allowed?

I took my pink toothbrush, and made funny faces at myself.

I just wanted to know how I look, when I was being published by the school authorities.

She answered immediately, making phone to vibrate in my pockets.

Amber: By the way you almost made me have a heart attack. Anyways We aren't allowed to text in class. But that's what I'm doing. I feel so bad ass right now! Ahhh!

Nat: oh, wow? I never knew that you were a goody two shoes? Or that smoking pot, while running away from the cops was very legal?please note the sarcasm!

Amber: Hahaha! So funny. Not! Come to class. You owe me by the way! "

I spat out my toothpaste, checking my tee shirt if I had any dried toothpaste on it.

I ran downstairs, my ears groaning at the sound coming from my mom's room.

I searched the cupboards for something that I could use for breakfast.

I found a bunch of red apples? Nope, they were too red. Some cereal? No, too cerealy. If it made sense. A granola bar? Nope, not today.

Popcorn? Ah! Yes just right.

I grabbed it, shuffling it into my bag. I grabbed my car keys. Not bothering to bid my mother or stephan goodbye.

They were probably too busy having sex, to even hear me.

I got in my car, driving at full speed.

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I had missed about two classes. Which wasn't so bad, because the teachers who taught in those classes loved me.

But Mr simmon, not so much. I mean the dude could literally use my life support to charge his phone. He was that evil.

I was sure he was smirking to himself, finally able to get some dirt on me.

I has currently dialed Amber's and cassy's number repeatedly for the past five minutes.

I was super late to my class, but was kind of lucky since the teacher called attendance after class was over.

I couldn't miss this class, and I couldn't come through the front door, because I would still get punished anyways, it was going on my permanent record anyways. It was a loose-loose,for me.

I could already imagine Mr simmon smiling at my absent figure and marking it with excitement.

I was like a teacher's pet. I had a flawless record. High grades, and was super respectful to them.

But not every one is going to love you in this life. Some people may love you. So people may just hate you.

Mr simmon was one of them. I was more of a teacher's enemy to him.

He had always hated me. I guess being super-smart to the point of exceeding your teachers would make them pissed, right?

He the only teacher that hated me, in this school. I guess he was just really pissed that I had a bigger iq than him.

It's not my fault. Blame my parents... Or thank them.

So that was why my super genius brain thought that it was a good idea to call on my trusty best friends to aid me in this situation.

My plan was simple. I had watched enough spy movies in the past to know what I was doing.

I'll have Cassy, and Amber distract the teacher, and then I slip into the classroom, and into my seat. Just in time for him to call my name and Mark it on the register. Unnoticed. Done, simple and easy.

Except for one teeny, little problem....

Guess they weren't so trusty at all. Because for the past five minutes of me standing outside and trying to get their attention, they haven't sighted me, at all.

I have tried everything. You name it. Hand waving? Jumping? Even screaming. Before I realised that the walls were soundproof, and were also bricks walls.

I had exactly nothing to do as I watched the teacher clal out the names of students in slow motion. This was it. The end. Bye-bye.

I began pacing around the corridor. This was all my mom's fault. Why did she even get married yesterday.

Of all the days in the year. She had to choose a Sunday! Like who even gets married on Sunday? Now because of her wedding, I was going to suffer the consequences of her actions.

"Miss Simon!" I jumped in fright at the voice.

I turned my head to see a bald man walking towards a student. A map in his hand.

My name wasn't Simmons. But he was walking towards me.

Why?

OMG, he know that I skipped class. What was I thinking--

"Good morning, miss.... !" the man tailed off.

"Raymond" I added.

He nodded, "Sorry to disturb you, but could you please lead me to Mr Simmons class?" he asked.

I bent my head taking in his physique. He was short and lanky. Making me tower above him greatly.

I nodded my head, "No. I'm, I hope you don't mind me asking, but do I know you?And why are you looking for Mr simmon. He's having a class." I said pointing to the door in front of me.

"He called in sick today. So I'm the substitute history teacher!" he replied.

"Wait! You mean to tell me that nobody had been teaching in that class?" I asked pointing to the classroom behind me.

"Yes of course. I'm new here, and the school is pretty big--" he tried explaining.

I cut him off, "No, no, it fine!" I smiled at him.

I picked up my bag, hating myself for being so stupid.

So I have been standing outside the classroom, for almost thirty minutes. For no particular reason at all?

I walked into the class room, ahead of him, and quickly sat down in my seat beside Amber.