Ms Wilson carries On

She coughed uncaringly and started to trudge back to her desk. She picked up a piece of paper from her and took her glasses hanging around her neck and put them on the bridge of her nose. “James Boyles” she hacked.

“Right here, and you can call me... Jimmy.” Jimmy said back like he was trying to charm one of the girls in the hall. He looked at me and snickered.

Ms Wilson grunted and looked back at the sheet uninterested. “Christopher Decker.”

“Here” I said.

She coughed again, taking the glasses off her nose and starting making her way towards Jimmy with her hand stretched out giving him the sign in sheet. “Listen up boys. I run a tight detention. No doing homework, or school work. No napping or playing on your phones either. You are to sit there and think about why you’re sitting there.” She finally made it close enough for Jimmy to reach the sheet. He took it from her and she turned around to keep talking.

When her back was turned Jimmy stayed semi-standing from grabbing the paper and moved his hand down to his crotch and motioned towards Ms Wilson grabbing it with his tongue out. I let out a chuckle.

Ms Wilson turned around, and Jimmy shot back down. “And no laughing” she balked. I looked at Jimmy hiding my laughter while he let that grin spread across his face. I noticed he left his hand on his crotch.

“Ms Wilson?” Another teacher appeared in the door. Ms Wilson groaned and made her way to the door. “You two keep quiet” she said.