“Oh,” I said, wondering what was coming next. What did this mean?
“Listen Haley Robertson,” said Mrs.Brekman. “You will not outsmart me, and you never will. Do not try to take control of me because you will not. Nobody will,” she said, getting up from her seat and getting into my face.
“Yes ma’am!” I said, a little nervous.
“Now let’s get you into a room!” she said nicely, but with an evil grin on her face. I knew it form that moment on, I would be having problems with Mrs.Brekman.

We stopped at the bottom of the staircase.
“Do you need some help with those bags?” asked Mrs. Brekman. I nodded, I must of been logging around a hundred pounds of junk. Not that my laptop was junk. Or my cell phone. My only open door to the outside world now that I practically lived at Middleton Academy. Just saying the name made me want to puke. Okay, maybe gag. Or just go home.
“Yes please,” I said. Mrs. Brekman smiled.
“Too bad,”.