Obnoxious sounds of tables screeching on hard floor from kids sitting up and down rapidly at role calling is annoying.
Miss Miranda hates this sound with her entire being. Makes her all itchy in the intestine.
"Hmm " she squints trying to figure out why the hell her class doesn't look symmetrical today.
Disappointing really.
"Something is missing.."
One of the kids pipes up " it's Carter! Miss ! "
She gives out a long sigh. This class is insufferable.
"Carter...that damn boy, where is he ?"
" May be he got lost on the way " one says .
" Oh really?" Laughs another " in the hallway then !"
" Enough" ms mirada yells " it's a straight hallway. You will have to be blind to do that "
" Well he is kinda blind "
" Yes...but it's cause he doesn't wear his glasses "
Now it's her turn to frown " what's up with that ?"
A girl nods sagely " yes Miss . Nathan calls him nerd all the time . So he was like ' fuck this glasses' . He is an idiot"
" Nah he is a nerd " a boy says only to be silenced my ms miranfa's burning glare .
Kids laugh .
It's already past 10:30 . From corner of her eyes she catches another empty desk .
Rachel Hawthorne , very aspiring drama club member.
She isn't here either. Probably preoccupied with her drama club .
Ms Miranda mumbles absently " may be I will check on the club after this–"
The door slams open . Eyes wide, student and teacher alike stare .
" Girl you are late!! "
Girl team track teams captain, Emily stands huffing, puffing like she just defeated Usein bolt .
" Miss am sorry! " She wails , hands flailing at her side.
Ms. Miranda sighs, rubbing her temples.
"Emily, where is Rachel?"
Emily blinks.
Oh.
Ms. Miranda narrows her eyes.
"Also, where's Carter?"
Emily blinks a little faster.
Oh shit .