Author: Sega Parks

Chapter 27
Mrs. Cunningham

  Savannah was a little late for Biology, but not too much. She was only a minute and a half late.
She entered inside the Biology classroom. Students looked up and stared at her. She was starting to get tired of that. She picked the first available seat she saw.
  "No, dear," a woman with curly red hair said condescendingly, "You don't sit there. You must be Savannah Ripley, right?"
"Yes." Savannah said nervously.
"Your seat is between Miss Drake and Mr. Babbitt," the teacher said, pointing at a seat that stood between two seats with a girl and a boy occupying them. The girl, who was obviously "Miss Drake", looked liked the popular girl from Silver Lake. Her name was Charlotte Hamburg. Savannah's mom used to work with Charlotte's mom at the bank. Savannah had tried being friends with the girl in third grade by trying to use their moms as a common interest. That didn't work out too well.
 The boy, "Mr. Babbitt", was a tall, brown haired, olive-skinned boy wearing a blue t-shirt. He looked intimidating and undermining. She was slightly scared of him.
The whole class was silent. Savannah knew right then that the teacher was a no-nonsense kind of woman.
The woman wrote her name on the chalkboard.
Mrs. Cunningham.
"As you know, I haven't been here for the past two days because my father just died." Her face was tight and intense. She had to be at least in her mid-forties.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Miss Drake said.
"Well, thank you." Cunningham said curtly. "You don't know how hard it is to lose someone that's very close to you."
"I'm pretty sure she does." Mr. Babbitt mumbled under his breath.
"What was that, Ritchie?" Cunningham asked.
"I said I'm pretty sure he's in a better place." he lied.
"He is." she said, looking at Ritchie as if he had just said the most stupidest thing she had ever heard in her life.
 Savannah felt sort of bad for her. Mrs. Cunningham couldn't have been that bad. She just lost her father who was probably the most closest thing to her. She decided she was going to like Mrs. Cunningham.
"Now," Cunningham began. "I know the sub has went over the rules with you all, am I right?"
"Yes." a few of the classmates muttered.
"Good." she said. "I have a few things to say on my own."
Everyone sat up in their seats to give her their full undivided attention.
"I don't like a lot of noise." she said sternly. "That means if I have to speak above the normal voice, I will send you out of the class. Got it?"
The class got it.

"And if you 'forget' to bring your homework to class because it's in your locker, don't expect me to let you go out to get it." she bluntly. "If it's not here by eleven-thirteen, you get a zero for the day. Do you understand that?"
They understood that.
"And I don't play around either." she said contemptuously. "When we're doing labs, I don't want you to flick water onto each other and then having your little laughs and giggles, screaming, and shoving each other. Do you know how dangerous it is to shove people around sharp objects and containers with chemicals in it?"
The class knew how dangerous it was.
"I am willing to help if you need any." she said, shifting her voice into a more halcyon tone. "I expect all of my students to succeed."
They all agreed.

Cunningham handed out a three paged packet that she expected them to do for homework. 
"The web address is written on the side of the packet." she said. "That's the site where you will go to get the answers from."
Savannah wasn't bad at science. She had pulled a "C" in the sixth grade and a "B" in seventh and eigth grade. But the questions on the assignment were too difficult for her to understand by herself.

 Savannah understood Cunningham. She just wanted her class to behave. Savannah didn't like a lot of noise either. She just wanted to pass the class and go off to college. She figured Cunningham would help her with that.


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