Spencer ran to the AP history class.  Ashley was trying to catch up with Spencer.  “Do you need a piggy back ride?” offered Ashley.  Your legs are longer than mine so you could run faster than I can!

“No thanks,” Spencer responded.  I’m good. Sorry, I just hate being late. We’re all ready here anyway. Spencer went inside the classroom.  Mr. Jackson looked up from his paper.

“How many pages, Ms. Carlin?” asked Mr. Jackson simply.

“All ten pages including the title page, outline, and the works cited, I finished the paper,” began Spencer.  Mr. Jackson took one look at the title page and crumpled it up.  Spencer looked stunned and she asked, “What was that for?  You only saw the title page.  You didn’t even bother to read anything else.  Do you have any idea how long I worked on the paper, sir?  I spent most of my night working on the paper.”

“I know that you wouldn’t have the paper done unless someone else wrote the paper or you copied yet again, Ms. Carlin,” Mr. Jackson pointed out.  You know that I can call the principal if I wanted to right now.  Ashley had heard enough and entered the classroom and Mr. Jackson groaned, “I don’t have you in my class anymore, Ms. Davies.  Rumor has it that you dropped my class the moment you found out that I would be teaching you.  What do you want?”

“Can’t I come to visit?” asked Ashley sarcastically.  No seriously, I’m here for Spencer.  Why do you keep giving Spencer a hard time for a paper she worked her ass off for?  I was there while she got her paper done and saw that it was her words and her ideas.  She did that MLA crap and all that.  I never do that.  It took her the whole night to do it and yet she did complete it.  With that said, you’re going to give my girlfriend a decent grade, right?  Ashley gave Mr. Jackson a threatening look.

“I don’t believe in bribes,” Mr. Jackson snarled.  A seventeen year old girl doesn’t scare me.  I have a seventeen year old at home.

“It’s not a bribe, but all three of us in this room know Spencer deserves a good grade for your paper,” explained Ashley.  Besides, I’m not your average seventeen year old girl.  In fact, I really don’t even know how my father is.  It’s been said that I’m the spawn of Satan.  Spencer was trying hard not to laugh at the Satan comment.