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                  “That’s what’s up,” Damon, one of her favorite ass kissers says, making Alia smile. I thought her smiles were only for Chase these days.
                  “That’s a very good idea, Mrs. B,” Reid says, nodding in agreement. “Highly efficient.”
                  “Exactly my goal,” Mrs. Bennett says, proud of herself. “Please read the sonnet on page twenty and then construct an expository paragraph on the main topic. You have ten minutes.”
    Is there something wrong with me , because everyone else seems to love Mrs. Bennett? Maybe it’s just me, but she’s one of the evilest teachers I’ve ever had the displeasure of encountering.
    “Miss Jackson, where’s your note?” Mrs. Bennett asks, sitting down behind her desk.
    “I was in the restroom. That’s why I’m late,” I say, praying she’ll cut me some slack.
    “That’s all fine and well, Miss Jackson, but without a late pass I cannot let into this room. Surely you know the rules: No restroom passes during the first five minutes of class do to the pertinent information you’ve just missed.”
    “The office doesn’t give passes to the restroom last I checked,” I say, defensively. Even her diabolical self has to have compassion for a girl with cramps.
    “Is the student now the teacher, Miss Jackson?” Mrs. Bennett says, rising from her desk unsympathetically. “Do you think I, of all, people don’t know how this school works?”
    The other nineteen students try to focus on their reading while Mrs. Bennett continues to make an example out of me, as usual.
    “No, Mrs. Bennett. But I have no reason to lie to you. I had an emergency that couldn’t wait another five minutes.” I don’t want to spell it out for her but I will if she keeps on pushing.
    “Of course you wouldn’t lie to me, because you've been so forthcoming with me in the past, right?” Mrs. Bennett asks, referring to a couple of things I’m sure, but they’re all beside the point, especially when I know she’s one of Esmeralda’s godchildren in a round about sort of way.
    “I’m not lying," I say, sick of her bullying. "I was in the restroom and I have the cramps to prove it."
                  The already silent room is focused on Mrs. Bennett’s next move. I think I’m the only student in all of her classes who refuses to back down from her bull.
    "You need a pass to enter my classroom late, Miss Jackson,” Mrs. Bennett says, reclaiming her seat. “Otherwise, it's an automatic detention referral. Your choice."
    Damn it. Why is she messing with me when I'm in pain?
    The students look at me and then back to our teacher who’s not budging.
    “Fine,” I say, slowly rising from my seat end exiting the room. I wish I had it in me not to come back, just go to the beach like Jeremy or Chase would do without a second thought. I only know of one place to go when I need a remedy to all school related ailments.
    “Ms. Toni, I hate to bother you, " I say, entering her office inside of the main hall. When I get all the way inside I see that she's already preoccupied with another visitor. Mr. Cho, the one man who knows his way around this entire campus with access to every room, is the supervising janitor and has worked at South Bay High for over thirty years.
    “Jayd, what a lovely surprise,” Ms. Toni says, ushering me to come inside. “You know Mr. Cho.”
    “Of course,” I say, reaching out my right hand. “Good morning, sir.”
    “Good morning to you, too, Jayd,” Mr. Cho says, in a soft Chinese accent. I’ve only heard him speak a few times. He takes my hand and slightly bows his head. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
    “I hope it’s all good,” I say, forcing a smile. “I wish I could stay and chat but I actually need a favor.” I walk over to my school mom and hug her. I have faith that one day she won’t