Next Stop, Hell

I sat at the desk. My green eyes wandered out the window. The blue sky was so inviting. I watched the clouds flit across the sky. I found the shape of a stork and the baby bundle, a duck. The next image made me frown. A large black face. No, not a face, a storm cloud. I heard a voice. It soumded annoyed.

"Ms. Brahm? Ms. Brahm?" I heard laughter. Obviously it wasn't the first time Mrs. Crammel had called my name. I looked up startled.

"Yes, Mrs. Crammel?"

"Would you mind coming up, and completing the problem?" her simpering voice made me mad. I felt my pencil quiver i my fingers. I took a deep breath, and stood up. I was tall and slender. I was on the women's soccer team, and was the best player by far. Not to brag, or anthing. I walked up to the front of the room. As I passed, I heard the whispers and giggles of my classmates. I wished I could be on the field. I wanted to feel the cleats on my feet. The only thing I had ever wanted was to play soccer, and be a vet. I loved animals! Yay animals!

    But my mother had other ideas. I remember the arguement we had this morning.

"Gwynyth Brahm! You will listen to me!" I saw her triumphant smile. I spat on the floor at her feet, and shouldered my pack. I knew this would happen someday. I knew she would sell me for money and benefits. I knew it! I just didn't think it would be to an English prince! Why a prince? Why not a noble or something?

"Ms. Brahm?" I was dragged out of my day mare, and into reality. "Ms. Brahm, if you could solve the problem please?" I stood before the chalkboard, just staring. I grimaced, and picked up the chalk. "yes, Mrs. Crammel." I said, meek as a church mouse. The other students laughed. They knew I was anything but meek. I put the chalk to the board, and in under 30 seconds solved the problem. It took quite a lot of work, but it was simple for me. Being fourteen and a senior in high school had no benefits, no matter what you say. You can't drive. You can't get a job. And the work is supposed to challenge me, but it doesn't. Bugger that.

    Oh great!  now I'm using British Swear words! Damn.