Chapter Two
Rani
The school year was coming to an end, and as I walked the halls, I noticed that they were still pretty empty.
Damn, that flu virus must be really spreading, I thought in dismay, hoping that I wouldn’t catch it.
Recently, we’d been informed about a rampant flu that was going around, and had been told to make sure that we washed our hands frequently, and stayed home if we were not feeling well. Both Tyler and I had been fortunate enough not to catch the bug yet, so our lives went on as usual. But, as time went on, I’d begun to notice that the students and faculty that had been out sick, returned to the school a little bit different than they had been before.
On Wednesday, I noticed a huge change in my Social Science teacher. Mrs. Conolly, was usually a shy, quiet, mousy-haired teacher. Normally, she wore the same kind of outfit every day, which consisted of slacks and turtlenecks. She also usually spoke quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
When she returned to school that morning after being out sick for a few days with the flu, she looked like a new woman. She’d dyed her hair a platinum-blonde, was wearing form-fitting clothes, and held a new demeanor that demanded attention.
“Hey, Mrs. Conolly,” smirked Jake McNally, eyeing the teacher up and down on her first day back. “Looking good.”
I’d expected her to blast him for talking to her like that. Instead, she just smiled and said, “I know, Mr. McNally, and I am feeling good, too.” Then, they’d shared a smile as Jake took his seat.
I stared with my mouth open. Was she serious, did I just hear that?
The class bell rang and the rest of the students took their seats. Many of the boys in the class were whispering to each other, and one kid in the class starting humming “Hot for Teacher”, a song by Van Halen. This made the rest of the class burst out laughing.
I sat quietly, waiting for Mrs. Conolly to bring the class to order, but she didn't. Instead, she turned around and went to the chalkboard. Then, she started writing down the next day’s assignment, and I swear - it looked as if she was purposely bending over seductively, trying to give the guys in the front row a show.
I glanced at the girl sitting next to me and she looked just as disturbed as I felt.
Stunned, I looked again at my teacher, and almost threw up in my mouth.
Mrs. Conolly was twerking!
I didn’t think anything else could rattle me as much as that did.
Boy, was I ever wrong.