Ahhh, 6th period P.E. What a joy. It is a joy when you got a plan to make Glen and Aiden pay. Mwahaha. I’m so good. I walk up to Coach Smith and tap his shoulder. He turns around.

"Hello there, Spencer." He says giving me a smile.

"Hey Coach. I was wondering if you could do me a favor?"

"What is the favor?"

"Well, I was wondering if you could help me get back at some boys, who made fun of Ms. Davies?"

"Ms. Davies? Oh, I’ll do anything for her. She is just a doll." Ok…

"Great! Here’s what I have in mind.

About 35 minutes later, I’m sitting on the bleacher watching the boys work on rock climbing. Mr. Smith blew the whistle and told the boys it was time to dress in. Everyone was slowly comming down. I spotted Aiden and Glen. All the other guys were already on the ground running to the locker rooms, but the both of them were behind. Coach was still there. When Glen and Aiden started easing down, they finally realize that their ropes were cut short. They were a good ten feet off the gym floor.

"What the hell is this?" Glen shouted.

"Oh crap." I heard Aiden say.

"Coach!" They both yelled in unison. Mr. Smith was already gone and I had hidden to they couldn’t see me. Time to turn on the tennis ball machine. I flipped the switch and the balls immedeately started comming out. One hit Glen in the forehead.

"Hey, man. What was… Oh boy." She saw the machine and all the other tennis balls flying their way. "Aid, protect youself! We’re being attacked by flying balls."

"Flying balls. Are you…" He was cut short by one of the balls hitting him right in the nutts. Oo that had to hurt, but her deserves it.

By now Glen and Aiden had been hit several times. I was laughing so hard, I was starting to cry. I had to hold my stomach, because it hurt like a mother trucker. It was so worth it. I better get going, I don’t want to be late for next period. I hurry out of the gym, unseen by the two boys screaming for mercy.

 Now, I’m sitting in my last class of the day, watching the second hand. Tick, tick, tick. There is three minutes until the dismisal bell rings and I get to go help Ms. Davies. Three minutes until I see her warm smile, that I have loved since day one. The teacher goes on and on, and I don’t even care. I only catch bits and pieces of information, and I’m to spaced out to put them together. Today in Drama class, was just…… no words could describe it. It was beyond amazing. Like every other moment with Ms. Davies, I reply it over and few times in my head before the day ends. An annoying sound shatters away my thoughts. Riiiinnng! Finally, the bell. Now off to Ms. Davies’s class. Or should I say Ashley’s class. After all, school is over.