4th period power outage

It was a shame you had to scrub the squads first practice of the year, but the weather hadn't let up. There was a restlessness in your students that you chalked up to everyone being stuck inside.

Third period had just let out, and fourth period was entering class. In walked Kat and Janna taking their normal seats. Normally, they arrived with Jennifer, but you couldn't help but be disappointed that your lover wasn't with them.

Just before the bell was to ring, the door opened, and Miss Marlow entered. Striding into the classroom like she owned it, Jennifer was wearing some low-rise jeans, with a bare midriff, sporting a white cotton top and a sweater. What you found most surprising was with her was Becky Thompson, the cute red head, who had been sitting in the front row left seat, was now sitting with the cheerleaders.

Most interesting you thought to yourself unsure of what it ment. You'd come to the conclusion that Jennifer was going above and beyond in her efforts to keep you off balance. You were sure she'd let you know what's going on when it suits her, not that you weren't going to make it easy.

Taking roll, you notated the 4 students not present. You launched into your lesson about King Williams War and the effects on the Massachusetts Bay Colony. All of a sudden, there was a huge crack of lightning, and the lights went out. The whole class started whispering as you heard some buzzing as the emergency lights flickered on.

"Okay class everyone stay in your seats and chill," you call out over the chatter.

Heading to the door, you open it up, wedging it open. A good 10 minutes go by, and you find yourself in the hallway chatting with the four other teachers in your wing. The assistant principal, with a flash light in hand, comes up informing your group that the transformer next to the school had taken a direct hit, and they were summoning the busses.

Nodding, you headed back into your classroom.

"Class, the office is canceling classes for the rest of the day. If you drove yourself to school, you're free to leave." You pause as six of your students start celebrating. One of them screaming,"LATER LOOSERS," as they break for the parking lot.

Shaking your head, you continue," In a few minutes, you students who take the bus will gather in the lunchroom. Finally, you students who walked or were dropped off now have permission to break out your phones and call your parents. Anyone who does not have one," which in this day and age was none," the office can call them for you."

15 minutes went by, and you dismissed the bussed student leaving you with 10 of your kids. Over the next hour, one by one, your students left as their parents arrived. Eventually, Janna left, telling Jennifer to "call me later."

Left alone in the darkened classroom was you, Jennifer Marlow,and Becky Thompson.

Heading over to the pair, you sat on a nearby desk saying,"So ladies, how goes getting in touch with your parents or do we need to contact the office."

Rebecca had this deer in your headlight stare, but Jennifer awnsered,"Mr.Clarkson we haven't even tried."

Entirely unsurprised, you waited for the other shoe to drop.

"Mr. Clarkson, im sorry I saw what Jen was doing on Thursday," Rebecca blurted at warp speed.

Taken a back, you say,"Come again."