Climb Out Of The Abyss

Unpleasant teacher

Without saying a word, I quietly get out through the door. When I approached the car, Lucy opened the door for me, and quietly slammed it as I got on. This car was a very familiar black third-class Mercedes with leather seats and tinted rear windows. The third-year had already begun as I drove it to and from school every day.

Lucy sat down in the driver‘s seat and started the car‘s engine with a light turn of the key. In fact, at the wheel, Lucy looked pretty unusual to me, even weird, but at the same time, it looked great. Just for me, this image was new and unusual, while Lucy seemed to feel at the wheel like at home, completely normal and natural. Of course, this raised some peculiar questions. For example: why a person I haven’t seen at the wheel feels at him as casually and routinely as if in her loved armchair. Of course, I didn’t start asking questions because I sensed I wouldn’t have heard the answer anyway. I’ve been used to the fact that the house is full of secrets, that Dad leaves and doesn’t return a few months, that mom leaves from time to time and sometimes doesn’t even return for a week, and to many other things like Lucy and Mom’s secrets. I stopped asking questions a long time ago and developed a sense of which questions I would not get answered. I will admit it sometimes pressured me but once I learned to adapt it no longer affects my relationship with my mom, Lucy, and others. But often I was tormented by the feeling that everyone around me knew more than I did, and that feeling sometimes drove me crazy. Thinking about all the secrets around me became somehow sad. I sighed deeply with all my heart and it seemed to grab Lucy’s attention as she steered the gaze of her big green penetrating eyes straight at me through the rearview mirror. I didn’t want Lucy to ask me anything so I pretended not to notice her at all. To make it a little more fun, I started thinking about more fun things like school, friends, an upcoming birthday party. When I started thinking about my birthday, I was completely lost in thought and didn’t even notice when we found ourselves at the school gates. Only a worried Lucy voice returned me from my thoughts. At first, I didn't even understand what she was telling me, only after trying and concentrating did I finally understand:

„Perla, are you feeling well? You look pale, you didn‘t eat anything in the morning, maybe you got sick? It is better to spend lessons today“ her voice sounded worried and anxious. I shook my head hard.

„No, I'm fine, I feel great. I just drowned in an ocean of all sorts of thoughts, ”Lucy still looked at me with anxious eyes. After thinking for a moment, she nodded.

„OK, whatever you want. But if you were going to go to class, you should hurry, because the first call was already ringing...“- before she finished the sentence, I jumped out of the car as if poured boiling water and ran through a huge steel gate to the schoolyard towards the main building where the first lesson was to take place.

Mrs. Gerben, a math teacher, could not stand the delay, by the way, she reminded me of my mother a little, and anyone late is left three hours after school. Of course, I understand that teachers have to oversee order and force students to follow discipline, but such punishment is certainly too great, in my humble opinion. Just by looking at her eternally frowning and dissatisfied face, it was free to say that she didn’t like the job at all and that she couldn’t stand the students themselves even more than the job. It is by looking at such teachers that I wonder why they chose such a profession at all. As I ran through the huge courtyard of the private school, I dived through the double-door school door into the cool, daylight-lit lobby, where several students were still spinning. Without waiting for anything, I rushed to the wide stairs connecting the four floors of the school. Without slowing down, I ran to the fourth floor, in such moments of life, I was especially happy to have a trained and enduring body. Without stopping to breathe, I entered the math class where my whole class had already gathered. Of course, as one might have expected, everyone's gaze turned directly to me, including Mrs. Gerben, but I didn't pay attention to it, after a deep breath I said:

“Good morning teacher,” she frowned a little as my voice cracked a little but said nothing. I quickly closed the door after myself and pulled to my seat, next to one of my best friends, Jeffrey. As soon as I sat down, a second call rang. Jeffrey smiled from ear to ear:

"Pearl, you barely caught up. I already thought you had a desire to sit after school today," I didn't answer anything, I just smiled angrily, and he grinned even more.

"Mr. Brin, if you haven't noticed the lesson has already begun, or maybe you need to be personally informed about everything? If you don't stop talking during the lesson, I'll be forced to leave you after school because of the lack of discipline during school." Mrs. Gerben's voice was as sharp as a razor with an easily felt c**k of mockery and satisfaction.