[Chapter 2]
Trouble Already?

     Ever since that incident, it was decided that I was a danger to my dad's reputation, and I've longed been seen in public with him nor have I had a proper conversation with him. My dad has made sure that the expulsion from my last two schools has done nothing to jeopardise his career by generously donating to the schools in order to buy their silence.

     I usually wouldn't get expelled because of my behaviour. I would just transfer to a new school instead whenever I got too much for the previous school to handle. But it seems like I've caused so much ruckus and such excessive damage to school property in my last two schools that they couldn't accept the smallest possibility of me transferring back. Let's just say that I was introduced to the world of pranks at a pretty young age and my pranks have remarkably evolved since then.

     I've made quite the impression on everyone this morning after my little spat with their school's golden boy. Everyone's been staring at me and whispering at me in the least subtle way possible every time I walk by. Maybe I shouldn't have caused a such a scene because I'm starting to get annoyed with all the attention I'm getting. But then again, the only way I can finally get my dad to pay attention to his only child again is if I get everyone else's attention too.

     Half of the day has already passed and I have never been so bored in my entire life. The last three periods has been around the same. I walk into class, people stare and whisper, I sit down and the lesson starts. I haven't had any good opportunities to play a prank on someone and I was itching so badly to do so. That's when I got to fourth period, AP English, the last class before lunch. I saw that the teacher's chair had a cushion on it and a lightbulb immediately went off in my head.

     I rummaged around my backpack to see if there's anything I could use for my prank. I never really clean out my backpack that much because I rarely use it to store books so some of the things I use for pranks might still be inside. I felt around in search for it and grinned in satisfaction when I felt the rubbery texture. I took out the few whoopee cushions I have and walked over to the teacher's desk.

     It's not exactly the ideal prank I would go for since it could be done by a bunch of eighth graders but since it's my first day at this school, I thought I'd do something classic to start somewhere. I could feel a few of the students in the class staring at me with curiosity and suspicion, wondering what on earth was I doing. Despite clearly seeing what my intentions were, they didn't bother to do anything to stop me but just watched instead. I guess they too, wanted to see how things would turn out.

     I crouched down and unzipped the cushion case. I took out the soft pillow inside and replaced it with the whoopee cushions. In the midst of placing the whoopee cushions inside the pillow case, I hear someone clearing their throat behind me. "And just what do you think you're doing?" The person said, authority laced within her tone.

     I stood up and turned around to see a woman around her late thirties. She was quite pretty for her age and held a strong demeanour around her. You could tell just by looking at her that she's one of the few teachers that got into teaching because she actually enjoyed it. She wore black heels, allowing her to match my 5'7 height. She raised an eyebrow in question. "Well?"

     Everyone else in class was mortified by the fact that I got caught but I just grinned mischievously at the teacher. "I wanted to give you a welcoming present." I said nonchalantly.

     She raised both of her eyebrows, unamused. "Really? A new student giving a teacher, who's been in this school for around 9 years, a welcoming present?" She scoffed in disbelief. "Shouldn't I be the one to give you a welcoming present then?" She said sarcastically.

     I shrugged and casually leaned against the teacher's desk. "Sure, I would love one." I smiled. The entire class snickered softly, amused by my attempt to play along with the teacher's sarcasm. She, however, was far from being amused.

     She knitted her eyebrows together and narrowed her eyes at me. "Just who do you think you are, Ms MacIntyre?"

     "You should know, since you already know my last name." I said, crossing my arms nonchalantly. "The question is, who are you?"

     "My name is Mdm Smith and I'm your AP English teacher. I take my lessons very seriously and I expect you to do the same, especially in my class. I do not and will not tolerate any bad behaviour. But since you're a new student, I'll give you your first and last warning. Now, take a seat and don't cause any more ruckus." She warned me sternly, wagging her finger at me in disapproval.

     "Can't promise you that, Smith. But I'll try." I smirked and saluted her sarcastically. As I head back to my seat, I chuckled. I noticed that she's totally forgotten about the whoopee cushions I've placed in her cushion pillow case and most of the people in class noticed this too. A few people gave me high fives as I sat down and I gladly returned them.

     Ms Smith sent me a subtle glare for the chatter I've caused in class. "Alright, settle down everyone. We're about to start. The next person to make a peep will be sent to detention." Knowing that they might risk getting sent to detention, everyone settled down and the class became quieter. I watched Ms Smith anxiously, along with everyone else, waiting for her to finally sit in her chair.

     "Now, I'll give you around 5 minutes to read the passage and we'll discuss the underline meaning behind it." She instructed the class after 20 minutes of teaching. When she pulled out her chair, the class was completely silent. Half of the class was actually reading the passage while the other half, including me, was watching quietly for her to walk into my trap.

     A loud, farting noise disrupted the silent atmosphere in class and laughter was immediately erupted in the air. Ms Smith was startled by the farting noise, causing her to almost fall over her chair which resulted in more farting noises each time she moved. I snickered to myself as I watch her face boil up with redness due to embarrassment and anger. "You!" She exclaimed, pointing at me. "Principal's office. NOW!" She screamed in order to get her voice heard over the boisterous laughter form the class.

     I stood up and grinned. "Gladly." I turned around and jokingly bowed to the rest of the class. They all cheered and clapped for me as I made my way out of the class. Before I exited, I stopped by Ms Smith's desk. "Maybe go easy on the beans, will ya?" I joked, obviously referring to the artificial farts she made.

     The class roared in laughter again and Ms Smith's face got even redder. She scowled at me and pointed to the door. "GO." I laughed at her frustration and walked out of the class.

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