"Dannielle. Can you please tell the class the answer?"
Dannielle looked up from her book startled, a flush creeping up on her cheeks. "Um, sorry Mr. Sawhill, what was the question again?" She asked embarrassed at being caught reading.
"Well Ms. Evermore, I was just telling the class about congestivs on the word Aller but if you're to advanced for this class to not pay attention to what will be on the test you should have no problem getting this little question correct." Mr. Sawhill - a bald, short plump man in his mid 40s - stood in front of a white board, marker in hand, looking over his 70's square glasses waiting for Dannielle's incorrect answer a smug look on his face. Dannielle sat there in silence franticly raking her brain for the answer. "s**t" She mumbled looking down at her book. Taking a deep breath she looked back up at the class, all eyes were on her waiting for her to crash and burn, like hungry tigers awaiting to pounce on their wounded kill.
"We are all waiting Dannielle." Mr. Sawhill spoke gesturing at the class.
"Uhh. Is it avez?" she spoke cautiously.
"That would be," Prolonging the inevitable, Sawhill finally spoke."incorrect, of course. If you plan on passing this class I suggest you pay attention from now on." Turning back to board, the teacher continued with his lesson while Dannielle shrunk back into her seat. God, what an a*****e. She thought, throwing a look to her friends in front of her. For the rest of class, Dannielle counted down the minutes till she could get out and go to lunch and meet up with the rest of their friends for their 40 minutes of freedom from this prison. Throwing the occasional glace at the clock placed just above her teachers balding head Dannielle let out a sigh. There's still 20 minutes left of class! She thought glumly. While the Teacher droned on Dannielle rose her hand stopping him mid sentence.
"Sawhill can I use the restroom?" She asked earning a glare from the teacher.
"What was that Dannielle? Sorry I don't understand what you mean." He said, pointedly looking at the words French Class written on the board. She groaned inwardly frustrated once again. Taking a moment she pondered all the ways to kill this man for always making it hard to ever leave his classroom. Dannielle sat there silently thinking of the sentence in French she knew he wanted her to say.
"Uhh," she began slowly "Puis-je utiliser les toilettes votre Majeste?" She spoke smiling smugly up at him. Before he could utter another word she was out the door and half way down the hall thankful to get out of there even for a brief trip to the bathroom.
