Silke stood in front of the class and recited the foreign language essay. Frau Meyer listened to her and became more and more dissatisfied. In the end, she yelled at Silke, "Shut Up! That is enough!"
Silke stopped short and looked at Frau Meyer. This teacher was a real bitch. Insulting or humiliating her students was normal for her. Everyone in the class hated her, both boys and girls, but she found fault with the girls more often than the boys. Usually, she only criticized their appearance or intelligence. Frau Meyer hated it when they dressed sexy, wore too much makeup, or had modern hairstyles. If she heard them talking about boys during breaks it would really get her angry.
Maybe she saw younger girls as rivals for the male student's attention. Frau Meyer had a beautiful figure and always dressed to show it off. Short skirts and tight blouses that fit her large boobs. And makeup, of course. She attracted the attention of male students and teachers alike. That didn't stop her from getting mad.
"I give you a B Silke," the teacher told her.
Silke objected loudly, "I translated everything correctly, didn't I?"
That just made Frau Meyer angrier, "You were incoherent and, if you continue to be sarcastic, I'll give you a C."
"Frau," one of the girls in the class interrupted. Sharon was one of Silke's closest friends. "This is wrong. Silke really did say everything without mistakes, so why a C?"
Meyer looked at her coldly and began in a cold tone, "Sharon, so you're going to argue with your teacher again? You wanted a F in behavior?"
Sharon immediately lowered her gaze. In addition to Meyer's snake-like character, there was their upcoming school trip. Normally, everyone would get automatic grades, and the teacher, because of her influence at school, could block anyone in her class going on the trip. And as if reading the students' thoughts, Meyer said, "Don't forget that we are going on a school trip soon. Some people may not go, you never know." She smiled maliciously. Although her relationship with the class was getting worse and worse, the faculty understood that if they tried to stop Frau Bitch they would pay a high price.
During the break, Silke, Sharon and a few other girls from class discussed this situation. "Everything is fine Silke," said Sharon.
"I don't care about the C, the main thing is that there's a trip coming up," another girl confirmed correctly.
"But we all missed one thing," Sharon suddenly said.
"So, what did we miss," the friends asked almost in chorus? "Meyer is going with us so we will have to tolerate her the whole way."
Here the opinions were divided. Someone said, "We will tolerate it." "We are not the first," and another said, "It will be a real nightmare." In general, they did not come to any consensus.
And then the day of the trip finally came and the whole class got on the tour bus and left campus. Their first stop was a beautiful valley retreat with a great view of the mountains. A day passed and it seemed that everything was fine. The weather was warm and clear. Everyone enjoyed the hillside cabins, slept well, and was in a good mood, even Frau Meyer became calmer and was seen to smile once or twice.
Silke suggested a group selfie with the mountain in the background at the table where her friends were sitting. And then Murphy's law began work. One of the girls knocked over a bottle of water while turning toward the camera and it fell, splashing Meyer sitting on the deck below them. She was not so much splashed as doused with water. She immediately looked up through the cracks between boards. The girls realized in terror that she had seen them.
"Oh, you disgusting little rats," she screamed at the girls in front of everyone!
"We're sorry Frau," Sharon squealed pitifully. The whole class felt terrible now.
"And you just shut up! You misbehave in class and now you've poured water on me!" Meyer continued screaming, "Now listen to me, dear students. You won't get easy grades on this trip. I'm giving you all F's!"
Everyone gasped in horror.
"I knew she was a bitch, but this is too much," Sharon said. "And now what? We'll get low marks for some accident. As soon as this bitch comes, she will immediately tell everything to her friend the headmistress.
"What if I make her keep quiet," Silke suggested to skeptical faces? "You don't think I can do that to her, are you kidding me? Girls, I have an idea, let's get to work."
In the evening, Meyer sat in her separate hotel room and watched the flickering fireplace. She had already raised the issue at school that she was being housed separately, and the class could be on top of each other, it did not bother her at all. She was wearing a dark green dress, the length of which was above the knees, but when sitting it was lifted higher. Crossing her legs in red high-heeled shoes, she sat in a chair and thought. It was freezing in the room, this fireplace was not warming anything, and she should also be responsible for this herd, how dare these primates object to me? The woman always considered herself an elite, and her friendship with the headmistress only spurred her convictions.
There was a knock on the door. "Come in," she said. The door opened. Selke, Sharon and Aska were standing on the threshold.
"What do you want," the teacher asked them in an extremely displeased tone?
"Frau," said Sharon. "We ask for everyone's forgiveness and admit our guilt. Moreover, all our squabbles with you were because we always envied that you can always maintain leader status in your classroom."
