Freedom part 2/2
Author G.I.B.S
Rating: PG
Revenge is delectable, but chocolate cake is decadent and therefore better. Just like my cake, I took the revenge seriously. I don’t believe Mrs. Hendershaw ever saw what was on its way, it got to her dress, gooey and slippery all the same. I had thrown a piece of chocolate cake at her face and it ran all down her body. It was such a simple task and all it required was fast hands and a good flick of the wrist, which I’d been practicing ever since I’d picked up Mama’s kitchen knives.
If I said I didn’t know what would happen (which I said in my defense once I was questioned like an ape at the zoo) I would have been lying through my teeth and even God would have known it. I just shrugged off all of the questions like nothing had happened. Like I didn’t know why Mrs. Hendershaw was covered in black pasty sugar. When she fnally realized what had happened, her face turned ruby almost instantly and the moment I took my seat, I was up again, her hand on my ear dragging me out into the hallway.
But it was worth it, every lovely minute of it was worth it. Her blue eyes burned holes into my skin as she glared in that dainty womanly anger. She make a tsk sound, like she was disappointed and I guess she had a right to be. Chocolate cake was smeared across her face, her nose, her eyes and it was hard to take her seriously.
“But Mrs. Hendershaw, I aint done nothing wrong” I complained and she just growled at me, sending me a dirty look as she dragged me across the hallway. I could feel the stares of the other students on me, and I chuckled to myself. This was what revenge was for, what freedom was for, what I was for.
“I’m going to be free, Mrs. Hendershaw,” I said proudly as I danced across the tile. “I’m going to be free like no other. Just wait and see.”
She didn’t answer me, probably thought she was better than me, but I knew Mama was right about one thing. Teachers weren’t so amazing; they were just like me, but full of crazy things that made no sense. She pushed me into Mr. Dennis’ office again, and I just laughed as he glared down at me.
“What did you do this time?” he asked all serious, but I couldn’t help but smile.
“I’m going to get free, like the birds outside. I’m going to be free.”
Mr. Dennis shook his head and let his thick black locks flap around his face like a mushroom. “You are to be suspended for three days. Do you have anything to say for yourself, son?”
I looked at him, my eyes sparkling in the sunlight that came through his window. “The good man said he was lying, the bad man said he was dying, but you can’t here what I’m saying, cause I’m long gone.”
