Mrs. Welly: A Short Story

“Nuh-uh, Mrs. Welly, she’s lying. Don’t believe her, she’s always blaming me for things I didn’t do.” She crossed her arms and slumped into her chair. “She’s a B-word.” I gasped. I didn’t know what to say. I am not the B-word. She’s right, I’m not very nice to her, but only because my Unckie always said treat people the way you want to be treated and if she’s mean to everyone, she must want people to be mean to her! “I’m not a brat! You are, Ugly Emily!” “Girls! Knock it off, this instant or I’ll have to send you to Mrs. O’Henry’s office and your parents can come pick you up.” “Mel doesn’t have parents. That’s why she acts so terribly, Mrs. Welly.” “I don’t have the time to fight with a smelly person like you.” I wanted to punch her in the face and trust me, I would have, but Unckie told me I should never start a fight. I don’t talk about my parents. They left me at a facility where I had to live as a nomad before my Uncle Jimmy adopted me. I didn’t stay at one house for very long because they all said I was too crazy. They just couldn’t handle my big personality, at least …show more content…
Mrs. Welly went to check the big drawer under her desk. The other students followed, looking in draws and backpacks. Carl didn’t help, he sat at his table picking his nose again. I don’t really talk to him, and I definitely didn’t want him touching grandpa if he somehow found him. I had to slide past Mable, who was looking in the toy bins, and hop around the dioramas of what we wanted to be when we grew up. Mine was on the other side of the room, sitting on the window ledge. I made a person playing the saxophone. I want to be a saxophonists like my Unckie and grandpa! But, the one I had to step over to get to the cupboard was Randy Smith’s diorama of the sky with an airplane in it because he wants to be a pilot. It had so many cotton balls and looked too comfy, I think a cat would like