Moments ago, the honey-blond-haired teacher had looked through me, now she was looking at her feet like she wanted the ground to swallow her up as the giggles sounded around us. That kid was a cheeky little...
I turned to look at the coach, desperate to know what to do next, but saw that he had a grin upon his face. He seemed to be loving the drama as much as the kids. Jackass. Did he know this much chaos was to be expected when he signed us up for this? As I was about to move to talk to him, I heard the teacher clear her throat like she was about to talk, bringing my attention back to her. The flushed hint of red lingering on her cheeks meant the child had done exactly as he planned and embarrassed her. Her whole body language looked almost defeated, as she took a deep breath...
But,
