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"Not a big deal?!" She practically screams— wait, that's an understatement. She basically yodeled.
"Ms. Bakuls! Do you need to have a meeting in detention after school today?" Ms. Sam scolds back. I try to stop myself from laughing by ducking my head down, but it's not working. From an outsider's view, it looks like I'm twitching.
"No, Ms. Sam. It was a misunderstanding." I could feel her gaze turn to me shooting daggers most likely making me twitch even more in snickers. "It won't happen again." I hear the pressure she put into her voice, making my body go into convulsions from—what I thought—secret laughter. It's not my fault she's freaking out. I didn't ask her to yell at the top of her lungs at me. It's all on her.
"And Ms. Fishaan! Do you need a warning too? I don't understand the humor in this situation."
My laughing quickly stops. Crap. I straighten myself out quickly, my face jerking upwards to look at Ms. Sam, bringing a fist to my mouth to cough.
"Sorry, Ms. Sam." Cough. "Just something in my throat." I start beating my chest with dramatic movements to show my "sickness".
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