Bette: I swear that woman has it out for me…oh and get this, she will be our 9th grade teacher next year can you believe that?

Tina: No way.

Tina started chuckling.

Bette: Yes way and it’s not funny baby, she’s going to murder my ass next year.

Tina rolled her eyes.

Tina: Stop exaggerating Elizabeth, she will do no such thing.

Bette: you know I hate it when you call me that.

Bette folded her arms and pouted.

Tina: I know that’s why I said it…it’s your punishment for the day.

Tina smiled at her girlfriend as they locked eyes, then slowly leaned down to innocent peck her on the lips.

(Clearing of the throat)

Ms. Williams: Am I interrupting something here?

Tina quickly jumps off the desk.

Tina: No Ms. Williams, I was just leaving.

Tina grabbed her bag then turned to her girlfriend one last time.

Tina: I will be waiting for you outside with the others ok.

Tina whispered and Bette nodded her head.

Tina: See you later Ms. Williams.

Ms. Williams: You too Christina, and enjoy your summer.

Tina: I will. Bye.

As Tina were walking out the door she mouthed the words ”Mr.Feeny” to Bette causing her to burst out with laughter.

Ms. Williams: Am I amusing you Elizabeth?

Bette: No ma’am.

Bette straighten up quickly.

Ms. Williams: Thought so, now come here I want to talk to you and grabbed your things.

Bette had a confused look on her face, why was Ms. Williams telling her to grab her bags?…clearly she still had thirty minutes before detention was over…was Ms. Williams really about to be nice and let her out early?

Ms. Williams: Have a seat.

Bette took a seat in the front desk, she was nervous but yet annoyed at what Ms. Williams was about to say.

Ms. Williams: Elizabeth, I want to talk about your behavior. You are about to be a high school student next year so don’t you think it’s time for you to grow up and act like the nice young lady I know you can be. This class clown thing can only last so long before the jokes becomes not funny anymore, you understand what I’m saying.

Bette: Ms. Williams, you never give me a chance to speak. Alice smashed my foot like a pancake with syrup and all you did was just give me detention, it’s not fair.