Olivia sighed as the final bell rang, and she started gathering up her things. Her peers were excitedly packing up their things and bolting out of their final classes of the day. Normally she was rushing out the door with them trying to seize the day and all that carpe diem shit her English teacher went on about.
If this was a typical day, she would be running towards the locker room, getting ready for practice. However, today Olivia slung her bookbag over her shoulder. She headed towards the staircase leading upstairs, where her history teacher, Mr. Harrison’s classroom, was.
On this day, Olivia was stuck serving detention. Making matters worse, she was going to have to explain to the coach why she missed practice which would surely result in her having to do suicide runs for the majority, if not all, of the next practice.
“It’s not even my fault. It’s that bitch Kendra.” Olivia said to herself as she trudged up the stairs and walked down the hall approaching the slightly ajar door of Mr. Harrison’s classroom.
Pushing the door open enough for herself to pass through. Olivia attempted to close the door but didn’t shut it with enough force, so as it approached the door jam, enough outward air pushed the door back open slightly ajar.
“Mr. Harrison?” Olivia said, looking from left to right for her teacher before drawing the conclusion that he must have stepped out and headed towards her seat towards the back of the classroom. She sat down at her desk for several minutes, waiting.
“This better count towards my time,” Olivia said aloud with a bit of a huff before slinking down in her chair in a bit of disgust over the whole situation.
A rustling noise followed by the sound of a pencil cut through the silent classroom. Olivia looked around, pinpointing the rolling noise and, finally the sound of a pencil hitting the floor coming from around Mr. Harrison’s desk.
Oliva grabbed her bookbag, instinctively pulling it over her shoulders as she walked toward the front of the classroom. She scanned the floor, spotting the pencil before her eyes drifted towards the desk, curious about what could have caused it to fall in the empty classroom as the windows were closed.
As she looked down at the desk, her eyes glanced over everything seeing Mr. Harrison’s computer, some books, a couple of markers a small action figure. She was about to say nothing seemed out of the ordinary as Mr. Harrison never was one to have a lot of clutter when her mind rewound back to the action figure. Looking closer at the action figure, she realized it was not an action figure at all it was Mr. Harrison.
“Holy shit, Mr. Harrison?” Olivia said, dumbfounded at the realization she was looking at her teacher.
“Y-yes, he said, standing up from behind the laptop, knowing that there was no point in hiding any longer.
“What were you doing? How did this happen? This has to be some kind of prank.” Olivia said as she moved her hand above Mr. Harrison and passed it over him several times, expecting wires or perhaps to disrupt a projected image.
Instead, she saw her teacher jump backward in fright before recomposing himself. She pulled her hand away as she stepped behind the desk and watched his tiny head turn following her movements.
“You’re like real. I can’t believe this.” Olivia said in a bit of shock herself. “I didn’t do this. Holy shit, I can’t believe this.” She followed up by not wanting to get blamed.
“Of course not. Language Ms. King.” Mr. Harrison said, “Now call down to the office. Clearly, I need some help.” Trying to take control of the situation as best he could.
“Right-of course Mr. Harrison,” Olivia said as she took a couple of steps away from the desk to contact the office when she stopped and turned around. Looking back at her teacher.
“What are you doing? Now is not the time to drag your heels like you do in class. Time is of the essence.” Mr. Harrison said as he shooed his student away from the desk to contact the office.
“Right….” Olivia said, taking another few steps before stopping again and looking back at her teacher standing atop his desk. “but, like, what if I didn’t?”
“What are you going on about now? Olivia, go on!” Mr. Harrison said, shooing once again to get him help.
“Like, what are you really going to do? I mean, if I just didn’t, what are you really gonna do about it?” Olivia said as she walked back towards the desk.
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