Mrs. Porter’s thin pale lips tightened into what could only be described as an inhuman smile. “I find that it saves time if I fill out your tardy slips in advance, Ms. Grime. It’s less of a distraction for the class, and you seem to be the only one that has this peculiar problem.” She held up a stack of the small carbon-copy yellow forms and spread them so everyone could see her name printed on the next five tardy slips. “As you can see, you haven’t disappointed me yet.” Her eyes tried to crinkle as she laughed, but everything looked strange and awkward on her. She was so old that the whites of her eyes were no longer white but a pasty gray. Her teeth looked like faded yellow parchment, and her clothes seemed to have come from the 1950s.
Everything about Mrs. Porter was a throwback to some other era and time. Even the antique candy bowl that sat on her desk with ancient, uneaten candy corn seemed forlorn and out of place amongst the high-tech gadgetry of the classroom.
Mrs. Porter had been with the school since it first opened, and she refused to retire, which was why she only taught homeroom or study hall. While other teachers had moved onto video chat guest speakers and live televised distance-learning, her teaching methods were so far outdated that she made fuzzy 70s-era VHS tapes seem modern. Mina guessed she had never so much as touched a computer. But there was one thing that Mrs. Porter did and did well, and that was discipline. She prided herself on handing out the most detention slips and tardy notices, explaining that the other teachers had gone soft.
Mina shrank into her seat, crumpling the tardy notice and stuffing it into her pocket. It wasn’t fair that she was always late. Most of the time it was out of her control. Biting her lip, she tried to study her algebra notes when a persistent foot kept nudging her Converse. Mina looked up into the excited eyes of Nan, who was being careful to mouth her words so as not to be overheard.
“Have you heard? There’s an assembly. About you,” she mouthed.
“What?” Mina said audibly. Quickly she ducked her head and buried it in her notebook, just as Mrs. Porter swung around at the noise. The woman might be old, but she had hearing like a bat. Mina pretended to scribble in her book, and out of the corner of her eye she watched as Nan pursed her lips and tapped her pencil on her book as if solving a complicated problem. Mrs. Porter scanned the room, then turned her back and continued her writing.
Nan blew out a breath of air that made her bangs float in the air before resting nonchalantly on her cheek. Her hair always looked effortless. She raised her eyebrow at Mina as if waiting for a response. Mina glanced at the back of her teacher and shook her head.
Nan scribbled in her notebook and flipped up the edge so Mina could see what she’d written. News reporters, photographers, media in the gym.
Mina’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Why?” she mouthed quietly this time.
Nan gave an exasperated head bob that could only mean one word, “duh,” and began scribbling in her notebook. This time only three words appeared.
You and Brody!
Mina’s head began to shake back and forth in disbelief. This was exactly the kind of debacle she was afraid would happen. What if her mom found out and made them move?
Nan widened her eyes, nodding slowly in affirmation. If someone else had looked at Mina and Nan right then, they would have seen two bobble heads at war.
Nan stopped nodding, scribbled in her notebook, and held it for Mina to read. Promise me that I get an insider’s scoop.
Mina rolled her eyes but whispered, “Fine.”
Nan used her hand to cross her heart. Mina smiled and did the same, the whole time shaking in her shoes. With a few more quick notes, Mina was able to discern what she had missed by being late that morning. The assembly would be held at second period in the gym.
What was supposed to be a glorifying rally seemed more like an executioner’s sentence. Why couldn’t she be more like other kids and enjoy these things? Instead, she was terrified and tried to think of ways to escape. Maybe she could feign sickness and go home. One look at Mrs. Porter made Mina realize it’d never work. She would make her tough it out or maybe go so far as to escort her to the nurse’s office herself. Any other period, and she could come up with some excuse and slip out unnoticed. But not this one. Her only other option would be to leave as soon as the bell rang.
The forty-five-minute class seemed to drag on, and Mina gave up trying to study for her algebra class. Her eyes began to water from staring at the clock for so long. With only one minute left, Mina grabbed her bag and was moving toward the door one second before the bell sounded.
Yes! Mina escaped the room, and had just turned right down the hallway and toward the exit when she walked into Principal Hame.
“Ah, Mina! Just the person we were looking for. Please come with me.” His heavy hand on her shoulder felt like a manacle snapping around her neck. She watched someone exit the school doors, and the sound of them closing reverberated in her ears. Mina winced.
“Um, Principal Hame, I’m not feeling well this morning, and I think it would be beneficial if I went home immediately.” She tried to slump her shoulders and look sick.