-Monologue
Wait-stop- hold your breath. Is he looking this way? No, I guess not. Relaxing slightly, I ease into my chair. I’ve had class with him for five months and I still haven’t gotten used to it. Sitting up slightly, I pick nervously at my chipped nails, glossy pink up until the ends. ‘Sit up straight’ I tell myself. ‘Look smart. Look Confident.’ Pretending to pick up a dropped pencil, I glance over at him discreetly. He sits at his desk, writing something on a piece of paper. I lean foreward. I need to see what is on that note. Maybe, just maybe, then I could know how he thinks. Uh oh, leaning too foreward. Oh no, oh crap. My notebook slides off the desk in slow motion, taunting me almost as if I could catch it. SMACK. It hits the floor, drawing the rapt attention of everyone around me.. including him. He stares at me, and I feel my face getting hot.
‘S,Sorry’ I stammer, picking it up, my head down. He shakes his head, standing up.
He raises a hand to his temples as if massaging his forehead. ‘Miss Adams, this is the last time I’ve put up with this, young lady. I want you to march right over to the principals office this very second’. And seemingly satisfied, he sits down.
I feel the empathy from my classmates as I draw my things together, slinging my backpack over my shoulder. They know what its like. Mr. Vivona’s a real ass. But thats ok, I’m actually pretty happy right now. After all, what do I have to worry about now? I’m free.
