Miss Bailey and naughty Samantha

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As soon as Miss Bailey walked in the class I knew that someone was in trouble.  She had that twist to her mouth and a glint in her fierce green eyes that she gets right before someone’s bottom gets whacked.  I shifted in my seat, uncomfortably aware of everything I’d done wrong in the last couple of weeks.  Did she know about the dirty magazine I’d been hiding inside my maths textbook?  Or the sneaky cigarette I’d had on the way to school the other day?  I was sure no-one had seen me but Miss Bailey always gave an impression of knowing everything about you and the bad things you’d done, without you even opening your mouth.

I glanced over at Samantha.  I knew she was having the same churning in her stomach, from the way she was squeezing her hands against the desk and biting her lip, her long blonde hair hanging over her face to hide her expression.  Samantha was the cheekiest girl in our whole year, but even she was subdued now.  I could see her long legs under her school skirt jogging absentmindedly against the edge of the desk, as though she were remembering the pain of past punishments.

‘We’re really for it, aren’t we?’ I said to her under my breath.  She nodded, but kept looking straight down at the desk.  A nervous little smile played on her face.  ‘I think she’s properly angry this time’ she whispered back.  ‘Don’t worry’ I began to say, but I was cut off by Miss Bailey’s hand slamming down on the desk in front of me.

‘Do you have something to say?’ she asked, glaring right at me.

‘No miss’ I said, unable to meet her gaze.

‘Don’t let me interrupt whatever fascinating discussion you were having’ she continued, picking up a wooden ruler and pointing it at me.  ‘Clearly there’s something urgent you need to talk about.  Spit it out’

‘It was…we were just talking, miss’.

‘Is this a playground?’

I looked up at her in incomprehension.

‘Is this a playground?  Answer me, boy’

‘No, miss’

‘So why chatter as though you were in a playground?   You are not here to chit-chat.  I am already very disappointed in you both, so

don’t try my patience any further’.

Miss Bailey stepped up to the blackboard and folded her arms, giving both of us a glower that made the back of my neck shiver.  Samantha looked more contrite than ever, twisting her hands in her lap.  I wanted to reach out and tell her it would be okay, but I knew that it wouldn’t.  Fear welled up inside me.  ‘It wasn’t her fault, miss’ I burst out.

‘I’ll be the judge of that, young man’.

‘It wasn’t anything bad, miss.  We were just…messing about’.  The words dried up in my throat.  I looked down at the desk.

‘Don’t you dare fob me off with half-truths.  You were on your final warning, both of you, and you’re in serious trouble now.  You can’t get out of it that easily.  What have you got to say for yourself, Miss Jones?’

Samantha looked up nervously, ‘I don’t know miss’.

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