The Trial

Oh, Grow Some Balls, Mrs. Balls

Sure, I'm fucking stupid. But I never thought it would get me here.     

     It was just another ordinary day of 7th grade. Several kids were taken to the hospital. One got brain damage, some other kid got shot in the head, one lost a leg, another was impaled, one fainted due to sexual feelings, one lost his vocal chords, most got third degree burns, and one was beaten to death.

     I walked into school just like any other day, wearing some emo-ass shirt and my backpack over one shoulder, filled with rainbow dildos for later. I went to locker first thing in the morning, right after I got off the bus, and of course I didn't pay attention to Mrs. Ditch-Bitch. Just for your information, Mrs. Ditch-Bitch is my principle--or I should say was--a fucking thot. That's all you need to know. :)

     I waited, as some punk-ass kids in the library were doing the announcements. I didn't want to be in the film, so I waited 'till those motherfuckers started the morning prayer. (Yes, I go to a Catholic school.) Well, whenever they do they always pan the camera away, so when they did, I began hauling ass to get into my classroom before they cut back to the announcers. I came into my room, my homeroom teacher, Mrs. Balls, sprawled out on her desk. Her thick-ass calves were enough to make anyone vomit. And they were in full view. I sat down in my desk and started unpacking, while watching the announcements on the SmartBoard. Mrs. Balls snapped her neck around 360 degrees to stare at me. The tension rises. I began to sweat. I put everything away, and she nodded, crunching her neck back to its right and yet fucked-up position. I sat down. I sat in a table of people (because that school was broke as hell) with Jackson, Sara, Majina, and Will.

     On the announcements, they brought out my friend, Ricky, to do the weather. He pointed at the board in which you couldn't see squat, because one, the glare was bad, and two, the camera we used for the announcements was complete shit. He began reading off the weather, and then got to the humidity and looked to the camera dead on.

      "The humidity is 69%," he said. Behind me, Will collapsed from a seizure. We all kept watching. Soon, the announcements were finished and everyone who participated came back to the room. I felt bad. For they had to return to this hell-hole. They sat down, and immediately Mrs. Balls snapped her head around again and said,

     "Okay, kids. Today we're going to be learning about the Holocaust. Open your fucking brain, shrimps." She pointed at Hannah Tit (The bitch). "Hannah, when did the Holocaust happen?" Hannah stuttered. We shook our heads. We all knew she was one dense motherfucker, so did she.

     "2008?" she said. Mrs. Balls slapped her across the face.

     "No, bitch!" She started cackling, furiously rubbing her tears from her eye with one finger. She abruptly went still. She pointed to another person. "Elizabeth Ricardo Whore-Mouth Moth Magee!" We groaned once more. If there was someone more of a dense motherfucker, it was Elizabeth Ricardo Whore-Mouth Moth Magee. She made the face she always makes, and I don't even know how to describe it. It's like if a dog were to cringe while being fucked in the ass by it's owner. That's the best I could come up with.

     "Uh," she began. Mrs. Balls screeched the Windows start up sound.

     "YOU DENSE MOTHERFUCKER!" She grabbed Clay and chucked him at her. He scream as she broke her neck when she was slammed against her chair. When she dropped to the ground, her skull split in two. "If you keep this up, we're not gonna play Scrabble!" she screamed as E. R. W. M. M. M. blood started to flood the room. "One more! One more try! Or I'mma lose my sHit, children." She breathed in harshly, almost inhaling Connor all the way up her big-ass nose. "You." She pointed at Jackson.

     "January 30th, 1933," he said. Mrs. Ball took out a handgun from her purse and shot him in the head.

     "No, you fucking damb ass, fat ass piece of trash, Jackson." Jackson fell atop Sara, and she began crying and vomiting all over Jackson's ratty, gelled hair. Mrs. Ball chucked a Scrabble piece at her, and she collapsed as well. Majdi and I threw up on them as well, as Will vomited on the side of his mouth, still convulsing on the ground. "That's it! WE'RE NOT GOING TO PLAY SCRABBLE!" She flew over to the phone on the wall and dialed Ditch-Bitch. "Hello, yes, Mrs. Ditch-Bitch. There's been some misbehaving students in my class today. Yes. Yes. No. Yes. Hell no. Fuck yes. Take them to your office? Um... in what condition? Oh, okay. Sure." She hung up the phone and began furiously wiping tears from her pained laughing face again. "Salvatoré." I sat up. Oh God.

     "Yes, ma'am?" I almost threw up on Jackson and Sara again. I swallowed hard ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). I waited as her eyes consumed her entire face.

     "Run these children down to Mrs. Ditch-Bitch's office, please, sir," she choked.

     "Yes, ma'am." I stood up and placed Will back in his chair, as Majina held on to his spazzing body. I trudged through the thick blood flooding the room. I set Sara back up in her seat, and I picked up Jackson and went over to E. R. W. M. M. M. and stacked her on top of Jackson. I walked out of the room and down the hall. As I was walking down, Ms. Annihilator noticed my stack of children in my arms. She came out of her room.

     "What is this?" she asked me.

     "Um... disposal?" She shook her head.

     "I'm calling the ambulance." Good that someone has sanity. She took the children into her room. I walked back to Mrs. Balls's room. I came back in.

     "Did you give the children to Mrs. Ditch-Bitch, bitch?"

     "Yes."

     "Good." She began crying liquified Scrabble pieces, scraping her tears away from her eyes. The bell rang. Oh God. I know what's coming next.