Waiting for an answer from my teacher I tap my foot. It turns into pounding on the table with great force. Then other people join me. Tapping their feet, pounding there fists, my teacher, Mrs. Ramirez, was sweating.

“Can you repeat your question again, Ms. Heather?” Mrs, Ramirez asked me.

“Yes I can, In Spanish or English?” I asked wondrously. “Either one is fine,” Mrs. Ramirez answered calmly. “¿Por qué son usted tal idiota?” Mrs. Ramirez was pondering my question. “What the hell kind of devil kid asks if a teacher is an idiot right to their face!!!! I suggest you walk right down to the principal’s office and think about what you will say to him. Get the hell out of your chair and get the hell out of my classroom damn it!” Everybody started to laugh so hard. I got off my butt and walked over to her. She handed me a pink piece of paper which happened to be a referral. That is my fifth referral this month. “You are so not going to that end of year 7th grade party now,” Mrs. R (Ramirez) started “I’m glad you finally realized I’m in charge of this class and not you Heather!! God dang it are you even listening to me!!! Turn your sorry little ass around and look at me!!!” Then I just walked out the door.

I walked into the office and one of the office ladies said “Well, well Heather is back. What a surprise.” “Hi to you to Maria,” I answered. “Is Albert in?” “Are you referring to the principal, or your boyfriend?” Maria joked “SHUT THE HELL UP!” I screamed at her. I stomped behind the counter and skipped into Mr. Madena’s (the principal) office. “Hey Madena, I’m back!!”

“Well Heather, back so soon. Weren’t you here yesterday?” the principal asked me. “Why yes I was. Glad you noticed,” I answered. “I’ll just tell you what I did this time. I asked Mrs. Ramírez ‘“¿Por qué son usted tal idiota?’ Do you know what that means or do i have to translate? I’ll just translate. It means why are you such an idiot.” Then I knew what he was going to say next so I walked out of the room and I realized Maria was out. So I walked right behind the office counter and acted like a TA. So then I saw a student coming in for requesting to copy. So instead, I went on Maria’s computer got a picture of a monkey butt printed out one copy and my copies of that instead. Then I put the test request of copying on the top, and underneath, I put all the monkey butt pictures. I went up to Mrs. Thompson’s room and handed them to her. I ran to my locker and grabbed my back pack and ran out the door. I heard Mrs. Thompson scream “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! THESE ARE NOT THE COPIES!!!”

****

“rrrrrriiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnngggggggggg”

“Hello?”

“Hi, Mrs. Fitzpatrick?” “Yes? Did Heather do something wrong again?” “I’m afraid so, she got two more referrals today, so that means she is uninvited to the end of year 7th grade field trip. Oh, and you and Heather will have to come in for a conference. Do I make myself clear?” “Ok, I’ll talk to you soon Mr. Madena.” (hang up phone) “Oh my GOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Screamed Mrs. Fitzpatrick.”

****

I heard the door unlock and I heard feet stomp on the floor. That is my mom. She is very angry. This has happened every week this month. “Heather Katherine Fitzpatrick!!!” My mom screamed. “WHAT!” I yelled back. “Come here now. Get off your ass and get over here.” My mom was very upset. “Why did you have to get yourself uninvited to the end of year 7th grade field trip and get 2 referrals today? Can you tell me that?” Mom asked in a raging voice. “My English teacher is a dickhead.” I explained. “Mrs. Ramirez is a very nice person and I’m sorry you are so rude you can’t figure that out. You have to come with me to a conference with your principal tomorrow before school to talk about your punishment. Do I make my self clear?” My mom was so angry. That was my favorite part, when I get her mad, her face turns steaming red and it is hilarious. I lean toward her “Crystal clear.” I reply and then I stomp into my room, and turn my music up so loud even the neighbors can here my rock music.

“TURN THAT RACKET DOWN YOU LITTLE IDIOT,” I could hear the neighbors scream. “NOT IN A MILLION YEARS,” I screamed back.

(morning)

“Heather!!! Get off your lazy butt we have got to get going!!! Obtenez votre bout paresseux ici vous petite chienne!!!” My mom yelled from downstairs. I think my mom just said ‘get your lazy butt down here you little bitch’ in French. I didn’t know she spoke French. So I did what she said, I got my best guitar t-shirt and my best baggy black jeans, and I added a dog chain to my pants. I spent 15 minutes putting in make-up, all black I’ll have you know. I grabbed my iPod and my backpack and went to the car. When we started driving and my mom started talking I turned my music up full blast. When we finally arrived at school I got out of the car slamming the door and stomped into the school door way and went into Mr. Madena’s office. I sat down and like a minute later my mom walked in. “Sit down Mrs. Fitzpatrick,” Mr. Madena said. “Ms. please, call me Ms. Fitzpatrick,” my mom responded. I guess you found out. My dad and mom were never married. They were just dating, so my mother is a single 30 year old women. “So, where was I. Oh yes, Ms. Fitzpatrick, yesterday Heather back talked to a teacher, and gave Mrs. Thompson copies of a monkey butt,” Mr. Madena continued. When he said ‘monkey butt’ I broke out in laughter. It was hilarious. Especially the way he said it. “Ignore my rude daughter. She is very bad at showing manners,” my mom said while giving me a dirty look with her eyes.

Just then a gorgeous boy came into Mr. Madena’s office and said “Did you need something…… no…….good, I’m leaving.” His name was Isaac Howard; he is emo just like me. I secretly have a crush on him, but he is in 8th grade, and I’m only in the 7th grade. Plus he has a high school girlfriend. I’m always so sad that I can’t have him so I usually turn red when I see him. This time I broke out crying and ran out of the principal’s office and into the girls bathroom and locked the door. It is 7:30am and I usually turn red when I see him at 12:30 pm during lunch. I couldn’t help my self. “Calm yourself Heather. Take deep breaths,” I kept telling myself. This is how my therapist told me to deal with sadness/anger. So I tried it. But now, I am so jealous of Isaac’s high school girlfriend. So I’m just the ordinary girl (except for being emo).