Identity+-+Miss+Torment

=Miss Torment=

“What are you doing Hanna?! I expected more work your writing was so sloppy your essay wouldn’t pass!!!! and Sam stop laughing!!” What do I expect end up in Miss Hale's class?? This is more than hell. I could do anything to escape from this class.

I was never going to fit in here. In this school all of the kids are rich and could probably afford a luxury car easily. But what about me you ask? I am what they call the “peasant;” the one who is poor but got to enter this school because of their grades, so that’s why I’ll never know what the heck they’re talking about.

It’s a very unlucky that I landed in this class and suddenly the nice teacher, Mrs. Harder, retired. The principal was like, “Oh I’ll replace her with Miss Hale.”

This is more than a nightmare, for Miss Hale can be compared with a witch and could win but it depends on how evil the witch is. For the ones who don’t know Miss Hale, she is the meanest teacher that me and my best friend ever knew, that maybe the whole school ever knew (by the way the whole school has one hundred fifty teachers). She is very vain and self-obsessed with her body. I wouldn’t be amazed if she had anorexia at the age of ten.

She usually wears a mini skirt (the kind that business woman wore) and either spaghetti straps or a long sleeved shirt which is one size too small. She acts like a snob and is very vain. (And in my dictionary, pigheaded). I wish there was another teacher who taught these classes (we had her full time). Anyway I think I scored an even with her with the pranks that I made to scare her and humor the class.

What depresses me so much is that I had a parent-teacher conference today. I’m gonna be so busted cause she always gave me low grades just because I am a peasant. A peasant in this case means lower-class person who got a scholarship to this very rich school, as I already explained. My friend, who is also a “peasant,” is also getting into trouble because of her! It isn’t that my writing is sloppy and all that but the thing is she looks down on is us. The thing is that I knew that for sure I had received low grades on my report card, so that’s my trouble. And the only way to solve it was to find a flawless solution. But the only problem was I couldn't find one or the other way to solve it. I had to get outta this. Fast.

After school me and my friend Sophie were walking home. I was worrying about the conferences and if this continued I would be expelled. The best way to make sure this would end was to fire Miss Hale out of the school. But my brain was turned on autopilot answering Sophie’s questions and finding a way to get out of the worst situation; expelled. When my cell phone rang, it startling me from my thinking. There was a message from mom which saved my life:

Hannah, Please pick up your grandfather at the gift shop thanks Mom

//Grandpa//! That’s right! Now the thought of a plan formed in my mind. I first needed to get out of the situation, so I turned to Sophie and said to her, “Hey, Soph! I need to pick up my grandpa.”

She gave me a nod. “Go ahead,” she said glumly.

I almost ran to the shop I worked in. and went into the shop. Then I text messaged my mom:

Mom Is it ok if I take Grandpa to the circus? I got a free coupon for two and I really think he needs a break from the shop. Txt me later Please???? J The coupons are about to expire. Love Hannah

I went to Grandpa and told him we were going somewhere but that it was a surprise. He agreed to go.

When we arrived at school we got in first and went into the conference room there I sat in front of Miss Hale. After a long silence moment I said, “I’m very sorry but my parents are ill and they can’t come and Grandpa’s the only grown up in my family who is not ill.”

After that, the conference began. Miss Hale described how poor I am and how I acted in class (which was mostly fabricated), like for example she said, “Hannah has a serious problem of not participating in the whole class and not handing her work in, so her grades dropped to a D.” And my grandpa responded with nods (good thing is that my grandfather is mostly deaf). Then after the funniest conference I ever had I went to the circus with him as a promise to him.

The next day Sophie was very upset because she was grounded for a month. I tried to cheer her up because I wished I could help her. After we went in the classroom there was lot of chatting going on. No one noticed me, so I put a rat in the teacher’s drawer and closed it. After that I went back to my seat. The classroom was very silent for a moment, then Jane called out, “So, you’re the anonymous prankster who put tacked on Miss Hale’s seat!”

And then another guy piped up, “Remember the bucket of ice water and red water that splashed on Miss Hale? I bet twenty bucks it was her!”

Then I said, “Shh.” The class became silent. I heard footsteps. Everybody sat down and stared at me. Then the door opened and sure enough it was Miss Hale.

She sat down and opened the drawer (where I put the rat in) then she screamed “ARRRRRRRRRRRRAGHHHHHHH!!!!!” It was very unladylike but pleasant for us, after all she treated us so horribly we enjoyed it.

After lunch the whole class and I discussed what they were up to on the weekend. And the boy who bet at the first period got twenty bucks. Sophie said she just couldn't believe that I made those pranks, but she said it was the best idea I had. Because this was a free period, there was nothing to do, so I planned the next prank on her since at the conference she said mostly bad things that she made up. Every pair of eyes stared at me. “What?” was the only answer I could think of. //Come on think of another word!//

Kelly said, “I really think the pranks are very good and it’s very funny. To watch her, I mean, because after all, look what she did to us.”

“I really agree what she did to us was horrible,” I replied.

The door opened, but it was not what we expected; it was a substitute. That was strange. She never missed a chance at us. I can’t believe this was an anti-Hale day!!! I should treasure it because it was not going to last unless…

Then the sub said, “Your teacher escaped and she committed such a heavy crime.”

I was amazed. “Why is she absent? She never missed a chance at bullying us!! What crimes did she commit?” we all said together.

“So I’ve heard,” he said, answering the first question, “she was caught smuggling a valuable vase worth eighty million dollars at lunch."

“We should have a celebration party now that she is gone!!!” said a blonde haired girl. We all shouted or hooted.

Cate, one of the people I don’t know, shouted, “Hey everyone! Party in the club. Including you and your friend prankster! See ya at eight o’clock."

So I was going to fit in after all.