"¿De donde eres, Senorita Henley?"
Shit. Skyler chewed on her black polished nail.
"Umm...me gust...a?"
Laughter. Skyler Henley was sick of this shit. Professor Sanders always seemed to call on her when she wasn't paying attention, and if she was paying attention, she still wouldn't know the answer. She sucked at Spanish. She barely passed it in high school.
"Senorita Henley. If you aren't going to pay attention in my class, you could always leave. It's not to late to officially withdraw."
Skyler didn't understand why he was always so hard on her. He always seemed to call her out and throw his sarcasm her way.
"I know, but I kinda need this class for my major, Mr. Sanders. If I didn't need it, trust, I wouldn't be here. Besides, I don't see why we have to know this shit anyway. It aint like I plan on going to Spain anytime soon."
"Well, Senorita Henley, no one asked you if you were going to Spain. There are plenty of Spanish-speaking people here. But I could guarantee that if you did, they'd look at you like you were an idiot if they asked you where you were from and you said 'me gusta'."
More laughter. Skyler was beyond pissed now.
"Whatever. If they come to me speaking Spanish, I'll tell them to take that shit back across the border. AND I aint worried 'bout nobody looking at me like I'm an idiot over some 'me gusta'. They can 'me gusta' kiss my black ass!!" With that, Skyler grabbed her belongings and stormed out of the class.
Fuck that shit. I'll drop that class and take it again next semester. Dumb ass teacher. What does his white ass know about Spanish?
Skyler made the long walk to her car. Her day had started off bad. She had got to school late and had to park in the parking lot furthest from her building. She was about 10 minutes late for class, and of course, she had too fall victim to Professor Sanders' witty tongue. So, all she needed to do was chill out in her yellow and black baby to end this the perfect day. She walked to her car door and searched for her keys, only to find that they weren't there. She remembered that she had heard them hit the floor in her hurry to get settled at the beginning of class. She had meant to pick them up, but it had slipped her mind in her angered state.
"Come on. Now I gotta walk all the way back to Satan's class."
She walked back towards the building hoping class would be over by the time she got there. When she arrived at the door, she peeped in to find the class empty. She walked over to the spot she was sitting to find her keys weren't there.
"Aargh. What the f--. Ugh. Where are my keys?"
Skyler sat down and pondered about where her keys were. Great. She walked down the hall to room 213, Satan's headquarters, also known as Mr. Sanders' office.
Knock, knock.
Professor Sanders looked up from grading the chapter one quiz Skyler knew she had bombed.
"Miss Henley, what a pleasure to see you again. What do I owe this visit?"
The sarcasm oozed off his tongue into Skyler's ears.
"I was wondering if you'd seen my keys?"
"Umm...what do they look like?"
"They look like keys."
"Really? Wow. I thought you were going to say that there were three keys connected on one ring with a 'I smile because I have no idea what's going on' keychain and a mini pair of ballet shoes hanging from them."
"Yea. That's what I meant. Can I have them, please?"
"Sorry, I haven't seen them."
"What!?! Why are you always doing this? Playin games?"
"I'm not playing any games, Miss Henley." He reached in his drawer and pulled out the keys. "But before I give them to you, you have to do something for me."
"Mr. Sanders, sorry, but I'm not into the whole teacher-student relationship soirée'. You can keep the keys. And can't you get in trouble for that kind of thing?"
"Miss Henley, what I was going to ask of you, was to tell me what the problem is with you and my class. Or is it me? Do you have something against me?"
"Do we really gotta this now?"
"Do you want to leave, today?"
Sklyer let out a large breath of air, took a seat, and explained her situation to Professor Sanders.
