School Problems

By Kalyn Moy

“BBRRIINNGG!” The bell rung. Ugh I was late for school again. I rushed down the busy road all the way to school. When I got to class, we were already doing math. Mr. Woodfred was writing on the whiteboard. “Fingernails, you are late again.” Mr. Woodferd said. Fingernails is what he called me because I bite my fingernails. “Mr. Woodfred, my name is Lily. Lily Andrew.” I said. “Ok. Lily… Whatever.” He said. I sat down at my seat. Mr. Woodfred is the worst teacher ever. He calls kids nicknames and not their real name. The only kid who he calls their real name is “The Perfect Fiona.” She’s a show off. I wish I had a teacher like Mr. O’Connoll or Mrs. Boyle. But I got stuck with Mr. Woodfred. The new girl, Alyssa Tubman, raised her hand. “Mr. Woodfred?” She said. “Yes Newbie.” Mr. Woodfred said. Newbie is Alyssa’s nickname. “The answer is 156… and also my name is Alyssa.” Alyssa said. “Sure. You got it right.” Mr. Woodfred said. My best friend, Raya Marsh, whispered to me. “This is so boring.” “I know.” I said. “Mr. Snorefred.” Raya said. I giggled. “Fingernails, come up to the board.” Mr. Woodfred said. I gulped. Had he seen me?

“Answer this question please.” Mr. Woodfred said. I looked at the whiteboard. It said: 8/15 + 19/304/5 =. “Um… We didn’t learn this. “ I said. “I just explained it to you but you weren’t listening. Will someone else solve this problem?” Mr. Woodfred said. “Fiona?” “Mr. Woodfred, 8/15 + 19/30 - 4/5 = 0.6666666666” Fiona said. “Good job Fiona!” Mr. Woodfred said. She smirked at me. I rolled my eyes. Soon, the summer came and we got let out of school.

“Finally! No more Mr. Woodfred!” I said to Raya. Raya smiled back at me. Fiona came up from behind us being nosy. “ I personally think Mr. Woodfred was the best teacher ever.” She said.

“Yeah, because you get special treatment.” I said. “Girl, chill!” Raya whispered into my ear. I took a deep breath. “Go mind your own business.” I said. “Hmph. Whatever!” Fiona said. She strutted away.

“I heard Mr. Woodfred is going to teach 5th grade next year.” Raya said. “I don’t want to think about that yet. It’s summer!” I said. The next school year, me and Raya were opening the letters to see who’s class we’re going to be in. “3,2,1!” We both said. “Mr. Woodfred!” Bruh.