The Third Week Of School Essay
“A little less than a week to go before the divorce option becomes available students,” Mrs. Sorun broadcasted to the few of us who actually showed up on that Wednesday. “How have you been holding up this far in the game?”
I thought I was the only one having it bad. Half of the fake couples were complaining; gladly expressing the hatred they had for one another.
“My partner been acting like a real bitch!” a guy named Derrick grouchily announced. “She won’t give it up!”
“How many times do I have to tell your ass; I’m not interested in you!” his partner, Jessica, argued.
“What about you, Miss Ariana?” Mrs. Sorun slyly asked, her devilish blue eyes glancing over at me as she spoke. “How has my Tre been behaving while I’m not around?” “Don’t make it sound like I’m in your procession!” I hurled a pencil at her head, which somehow she managed to snag with one hand. This lady never ceases to amaze me.
“He’s been his usual self up to this point,” Ariana reported, casually flipping through one of the classroom encyclopedias. I told her they can get addicting. “Nothing out of the ordinary to complain about; except the fact his behavior might be diminishing a little. All in all, he’s far from being the ideal partner I had imagined. Sorry Tre.”