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"You're being impertinent, Noelle," the teacher gritted. "Max, why don't you continue reading," the teacher instructed another student in an attempt to shift focus from her, but Noelle was not deterred.
"You failed to mention that you did not graduate," she continued, her voice louder than the boy who started reading from the book.
"Noelle, I don't know where you're going with this but I will ask you to stop."
"You wanted me to speak a moment ago."
"And now I'm telling you to stop," she emphasized the word, causing Noelle to smile.
"Does the school know?"
"Stop."
"I don't think they do, do they?"
"Stop."
"My brother has a copy of your transcript and it shows…"
"STOP!" Miss Lawson screamed so loud, everyone froze in their seats.
Not a moment later the door burst open, one of the security guards dashing inside and looking around in confusion.
"What happened? Is everyone ok?"
Miss Lawson looked shell-shocked. Tears coated her lashes, her limbs trembling.
"Are you a policeman?" Noelle turned to the guard to ask.
"No, I just work security," he answered, blinking.
"Then maybe you should call the police. I think Miss Lawson has been lying about her credentials. And if she lied about that, who knows what else she might have lied about?" Noelle's tone went down a notch as she made herself look fearful.
"That right…" The guard sounded skeptical as he looked between Noelle and Miss Lawson. Though it was his duty to report any disturbance, there was something about the little girl speaking that stumped him. Did elementary kids speak like that? To his ears, it sounded awfully advanced and assertive and for a moment he thought it might be a prank, or maybe a scene from a school play. But then there was the teacher and she looked…not amused.
Bringing his radio station to his mouth, he announced the disturbance to the principal's office. But before he could finish his report, the teacher did something wholly unexpected.
She grabbed a book from the desk and flung it at the student, hitting her in the chest.
"I hope you're satisfied now, you little devil," she spat at the kid before she dashed through the door, bumping into him on her way out.
But as he turned to check on the kid, he noted a smile of satisfaction on her face—one that simply baffled him.
Unfortunately for Noelle, her little game ended up not as she had planned, but as hermotherhad planned. Elena had talked to the school about her daughter's persistent misbehavior and if something happened, instead of sending her home, the school was to punish Noelle by having her attend extra classes, extending her time at school until late afternoon.
A few hours later, instead of going home, she found herself attending another class. Thankfully, it was not taught by Miss Lawson, since Noelle could imagine how that would implode.
Odd though that for all the principal's reproach of Noelle's behavior, no one had said anything about Miss Lawson throwing a book at her. Yet another example that things were permissible for everyonebuther.
Yet there was one bright side to this entire debacle. During the lunch break, Noelle had snuck to the bathroom and she'd mixed the ink from her pen with water before submerging her shirt in it, ensuring that the bright pink became a dark purple. It wasn't perfect, but she wagered she could live better with purple than with pink.
Releasing a weary sigh, Noelle focused on her notebook, doodling some figures to pass the time. Though she'd been instructed to do her homework during the extra time, she couldn't stomach thinking about anything school related after the day she'd had.
There were a few other kids in the class with her, including a group of girls she knew well and did not like to mix with.
Noelle knew well that it wasn't just the teachers that didn't like her. The other kids were the same. She didn't know if it was via example, following the cue of the teachers, or because she just liked to keep to herself.
She'd never had a friend in school, and though she'd been classmates with the same kids for a few years, she'd never exchanged more than a few words with anyone—and those words had never been of a positive nature.
