Horrible English Teacher
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Horrible English Teacher
I was in the front room at my house, sitting on the floor with my boyfriend Garry. I was telling him about these auditions that were taking place for the school play. He told me that I should sign up for it.
‘You reckon?’ I said.
‘Yeah, you should’, he said.
I followed his advice and turned up to the auditions. Luckily, I got the part along with this other girl. I was so happy that I managed to get into something that I didn’t even bother rehearsing for the play which meant that when the night came, I was in trouble. The play was directed by my English teacher Mrs Windmill who said that after the play, we could go on a trip.
There were loads of people in the hall including my mom and Nan. Me and my friend were on the stage in our positions ready to act. However, I hadn’t rehearsed my lines which meant that I hadn’t got a clue.
‘What do we have to say?’ I whispered to my mate.
‘The play starts off with a poem’, she said and she told me the poem. I at least remembered that bit but before I could get more information out of her, the play had started. We both took it in turns to say out the poem and then it went silent.
‘Cheryl, go on’, Mrs Windmill said.
I stood there frozen. I didn’t know what to say. My heart was beating so fast as I looked at all the people in the room.
‘I’m sorry’ I said as I walked off the stage. ‘I can’t do this, I have to get out of here I’m sorry’, I said walking out of the room. People started booing and whispering. It was the most horrible moment of my life; I hadn’t felt any more embarrassed. I got into the dark back room and collapsed on the floor having a panic attack.
‘Help’ I shouted. My Nan, mom and Mrs Windmill came out. I was sitting on the floor with my knees up breathing heavily and crying. I just completely broke down. Mrs Windmill gave me a dirty look and said ‘well I’m sure you two can sort her out, it’s doesn’t matter Cheryl, someone else is doing your part now’ and she walked out the room.
After being hysterical on the floor for a while, I managed to get myself together and went home. Luckily, Mrs Windmill said I could still go on the trip as it was already booked.
I realised that everyone got to choose which person they wanted share a room with. However, I had to share a room with Mrs Windmill and the stage cleaner. When we got to the hotel room, she made the stage cleaner pack all her things and she started complaining about the state of the room so she made her clean the room up too. She was treating this girl like a slave. I just stood there speechless feeling awkward that I was sharing a room with a teacher, especially one who was a nasty piece of work.
She got on the bed and lay down. ‘Oh this feels good’, she said while she was relaxing. Then she started complaining that the bed sheets weren’t on properly but because the other girl was too busy cleaning the bathroom, she made me do it. I put my suitcases by the bed and knelt down by her bed and started pulling the sheets over the corner of the beds and tucked it under the mattress so they wouldn’t come out. However, on the right bottom corner, the sheets were being stubborn and would not pull over for me to tuck into the mattress. I started telling Mrs Windmill but all she did was moan about it and started having ago at me. The other girl gave me a red cloth which matched the bed and said ‘here, try this’.
As I started putting the red cloth over the corner of the bed, Mrs Windmill got off and knelt down behind me. ‘You’re not doing it properly’ she said. ‘How the hell can I do not it properly, it’s just putting the dam thing over the corner, I know how to do that so can you please leave me the hell alone’, I shouted as I was started to get really annoyed of her. She told me to calm down and then continued to talk to me as if everything was normal. Me being really annoyed with her just gave her dull one worded answers so she could shut up.
‘Shall we go out for a bit?’ she asked both of us.
‘Yeah sure’ said the other girl.
‘Fine’, I said in a flat tone.
‘What the hell is wrong with you?’ Mrs Windmill asked.
‘Nothing, nothing is wrong with me, I will go on get ready’ I said as I pulled the red cloth over the corner and got myself up. I had to pretend that I was in a good mood or else I would have Mrs Windmill on my back all night until I told her what was wrong with me. She was the problem.
‘I better put some makeup on because I look awful’, I said as I reached into my bag for the makeup.
‘Oh don’t be silly, you look fine’, said the girl and she smiled at me. She was really nice; I had no idea why Mrs Windmill would want to treat her horribly.
As I was sat on the desk doing my makeup, Mrs Windmill just walked out the room and the girl followed. They went without me. I stopped doing my makeup and just sat there not knowing that this trip was going to be awful.
