It was a teacher, Mr. Gainly. He was the math teacher and just happened to catch us.
“Girls! What in the world are you doing?” he asked angrily.
Samantha backed off of me and hid herself under neath her wispy hair, as if she would disappear and get herself out of the mess. My face was blank and so was my mind.
“Answer me NOW !” Mr. Gainly said, his voice echoed.
“I, I was just getting down to my history class….” I said, stuttering. Mr. Gainly had a suspicious look on his face.
“Samantha, dear, go down to your class,” he said. What just happened? Did he just call Samantha…...dear? Did she just get caught mouthing off to me and got off the hook? She wasn’t going to be punished?
“Now, you…..” he said as Samantha smiled at me and walked down the hall slowly. She just had to hear me get it.
“You, you better listen. If I ever see you messing with my daughter again, you’ll be done for. YOU HEAR ME ?”
I had stopped breathing as Mr. Gainly started walking slowly towards me. Wait did he just say daughter?