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BenBee and the Teacher Griefer

Page 6

by K. A. Holt


  I can feel it.

  The why inside me,

  wiggling

  shivering

  to get out.

  It moves

  up my throat.

  Bounces

  on my tongue.

  Hits up

  against my teeth.

  Pushing.

  Shoving.

  Trying to break free

  until it’s too strong,

  I’m too weak,

  and out it flies,

  making us both jump,

  Why

  are

  you

  here?

  What

  are

  you

  doing?

  Ms. J stays

  frozen.

  My mouth stays

  a little bit open.

  Then my restless whys

  break through

  her ice:

  Benita.

  Well.

  As long as you’re here,

  I could use your help.

  Not Benita.

  Ben Y.

  I look down at the pushcart.

  I look up at her.

  She looks down at the pushcart.

  She looks up at me.

  Ben Y.

  Yes.

  Sorry.

  It’s . . .

  It’s a long story, Ben Y.

  And our class needs computers.

  Even though Ben B was

  quite

  quite

  rude,

  I do think he was right.

  I nod.

  She keeps talking,

  explaining herself,

  like I’m the police

  or like I could get her in trouble

  or something.

  Trying to requisition computers,

  it takes forever.

  Really. It’s like pulling teeth.

  My lips suck against my teeth,

  protecting them.

  These are just sitting here.

  No one will miss them.

  I hitch my backpack

  over my shoulder,

  wait for her to realize

  I’m the one who should be in trouble.

  I’m the one trespassing

  after school.

  She’s watching me.

  I can almost see the gears moving

  behind her eyes,

  then:

  How about, if you help me get these to our classroom,

  I won’t ask you why you’re here so late.

  Cool?

  I nod.

  Cool.

  My cool sounds like a question, too.

  We didn’t just steal those computers, right?

  Teachers don’t steal, right?

  JORDAN J

 

  I think maybe I just saw Ben Y and Ms. J (no relation) stealing a whole bunch of computers.

  It sounds really weird to think that out loud, so probably I’m wrong, except I definitely saw them pushing a cart loaded with computers around the outside of the building toward the door that opens into the back of the stairwell.

  Why would they be moving around a bunch of computers outside when they could just walk down any hallway inside school and not worry about one of the computers falling off the cart and landing in a splotch of mud which is exactly what just happened?

  I mean, unless they were stealing them.

  I am like at least eighty-seven percent sure teachers don’t steal things, but I am also maybe only forty-seven percent sure Ben Y doesn’t steal things, so the math here is weird and confusing like a FART test word question I have to read sixty-five times before it still doesn’t make sense and I just move to the next question.

  The window in the door that opens into the back of the stairwell is super dusty dirty so it’s hard to see inside, but I’m peeking anyway. I’m good at peeking in dusty windows, not because I’m a creeper, I’m definitely not a creeper, but because I like to go to the back of the gym and look through the dusty windows on the gym doors so I can watch the dance team.

  Wait.

  That DOES make me sound like a creeper. I’m not, though, I just watch them because the dances look pretty fun and I have some super sweet dance moves, too, though if I’m being honest here, my super sweet dance moves are about a hundred times better than theirs, it’s just that there aren’t any boys on the dance team and there’s not, like, a boys’ dance team, so I watch through the dusty windows and know in my heart that I could make the whole dance team go WHOA, JORDAN J DANG, SON, if I wanted to, which I kind of do, but also I kind of don’t for some reasons and my mom always says to me: Make smart choices, Jordan! and so I peek through the windows until I can figure out what smart choice to make.

  So yeah. I have experience looking in dusty windows.

  Ben Y and Ms. J have their backs turned to me and I can’t really see anything else because the windows are small and it’s getting dark outside so I should get going, but this was all very weird and interesting and it will definitely give me something to think about while Mom is yelling at me for coming home so late.

  Oh! Hang on. I remember Ben B said something about everyone needing a computer to play Sandbox in class and duh, of course we do, but also duh where are we all going to find a computer? I guess Ben Y and Ms. J figured out the answer to that mystery question so hooray. Also hooray because that means those were definitely totally legit computers being pushcarted through mud puddles outside in the almost dark. One hundred percent legit.

  Time for a one hundred percent legit dance move to celebrate me solving this mystery. BOOYAH, Jordan J, my brain says to myself, which is what Veronica Verve, famous judge of Fierce Across America the best dance competition TV show ever invented would say to me if she just saw me land that jeté and then drop into a baby freeze which is the thing I just did which was AWESOME and it’s too bad Veronica Verve didn’t see it in real life because she’d give me ten out of ten. Or maybe eight out of ten because baby freezes aren’t very hard to do.

  JAVIER

 

  BEN B

 

  Wide eyes

  meet wide eyes

  as we gather under our stairs,

  our desks, pushed close,

  making room for—

  Read first.

  Then we discuss . . .

  those.

  Benjamin Hobart Bellows.

  Ms. J looks directly at me,

  eyes sparking and arcing.

  Ben Y. Javier. Jordan J

  all snicker

  as they mouth

  Hobart?

  You have zero lives left

  in the game of summer school.

  You used them all up yesterday.

  Do you hear me?

  Never speak to me

  the way you spoke to me yesterday

  ever

  ever

  again.

  Got it?

  Her earring hoops

  shiver slightly,

  are so thin, so wide,

  I imagine them spinning,

  flying from her ears,

  lopping my head off.

  I nod.

  My hand touches my neck.

  We all have a lot of feelings sometimes,

  she says,

  staring me down

  until I shrink

  in my seat.

  But those feelings should never be used

  to damage other people’s feelings.

  Do you hear me?

  I nod.

  I keep a careful eye on her dancing hoops.

  I guess I never thought about teachers having feelings.

  I guess that was pretty dumb.

  I guess I get to keep my head today, despite being dumb.

  Whew.

  Jordan J!

  You read first.

  Convince me your mother’s words

  are worthy

  of being called
a book.

  She winks.

  We laugh.

  All of you.

  Today is the day you convince me

  I haven’t made

  a

  huge

  mistake.

  Hope leaps

  inside my guts

  as I peek up

  from my book,

  counting the machines

  pressed against the wall,

  monitors dark,

  wires coiled.

  Yes.

  Yes.

  Yes.

  Yes.

  Yes.

  The perfect amount.

  She did it.

  Enough computers for us all.

  You all read brilliantly today.

  Except for Javier,

  who also has used up every

  extra life

  and will be dealt with after I call his mother,

  an experience neither he, nor I, nor his mother will enjoy,

  I’m sure.

  I will see you after class, Javier.

  Javier doesn’t look up

  from his notebook,

  just presses harder

  and harder

  with his pencil.

  Ms. J spreads her arms wide now,

  a ringmaster,

  a car salesman on TV.

  These are for the rest of you.

  (Jordan J whistles

  low and long.)

  Ms. J’s hands bend to her hips,

  holding tight,

  her head tilts,

  meaning business.

  However.

  It’s important you all know this—

  Are you listening?

  Jordan.

  Get back in your seat.

  Now is not the time for a baby freeze.

  Everyone?

  These computers are for

  typing practice.

  Her voice dips low,

  a smile fights its way

  to her face.

  You will type

  ALL communications to me

  and to each other

  during the ten minutes of

  typing practice

  at the end

  of each class.

  No speaking.

  No noise.

  No goofing around.

  Okay?

  Repeat after me:

  These computers are for

  typing practice.

  We repeat after her.

  We are improving our sentence structure skills.

  We repeat after her.

  We are practicing grammar and spelling.

  We repeat after her.

  She nods.

  Our chairs spring out behind us

  as we leap up,

  but—

  she holds out her hand.

  Wait.

  One more thing.

  It’s like we’re playing freeze tag,

  except we’re all so excited,

  we wiggle

  while we stand,

  not really frozen at all,

  while we wait

  for Ms. J’s

  one more thing.

  At some point this summer,

  our class will have a visitor.

  Actually, I will have a visitor.

  An administrator will assess me,

  my teaching ability,

  my handling of the classroom.

  Think of it like . . .

  a FART for teachers.

  Ha!

  She called it the FART!

  I don’t know when the assessment will be,

  I don’t know who will do it,

  I just know it will happen.

  So please, everyone,

  please remember:

  typing practice.

  And always be on your best behavior.

  I want to ask

  if this means she failed

  the teacher FART,

  just like we all failed

  the FART FART,

  and that’s why

  she’s teaching

  summer school.

  But . . .

  she drops her stop hand,

  freeze tag is over,

  and we all scramble

  to the computers,

  as fast as we can,

  any questions erased

  by the chimes and pings

  of computers

  coming

  alive.

  CHAT

  Divergent Dingleberries

  Private server created by: BenBee

  Password required

  Avatar name: BenBee

  Password: • • • • •

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  JORDANJMAGEDDON!!!! ENTERS GAME

  0BenwhY ENTERS GAME

  BenBee ENTERS GAME

  JORDANJMAGEDDON!!!!:

  0BenwhY: JordanJMageddon ru asking Ms. J to do a baby freeze? what? why?

  JORDANJMAGEDDON!!!!:

  BenBee: you guys don’t make ms j regret getting these computers.

  0BenwhY: pls don’t say u guys, say everyone or y’all or people or something that’s not u guys

  0BenwhY: kthx

  BenBee: ty ty ty ty ty for the computers, ms j

  0BenwhY: um do y’all hear something?

  0BenwhY: talking?

  0BenwhY: hmm?

  BenBee: i thought you said no talking, ms. j

  JORDANJMAGEDDON!!!!:

  0BenwhY: huh! how does that not include u?

  BenBee: ten times no fair, ms. j. you can’t just make rules and break rules!

  BenBee: 2morrow when you play noooo talking.

  BenBee: ok yes i know, limited time. so here’s the plan for 2day, ms. j.

  BenBee: bc you have no avatar yet and bc setup is soooooo long you have 2 watch us.

  BenBee: we’ll show you some basics that you can practice on your own once you have your avatar.

  JORDANJMAGEDDON!!!!:

  0BenwhY: 2nite, for ur homework, u finish ur setup, create ur avatar and practice a little, k?

  0BenwhY: giving you homework was jajajavier:)’s idea, btw.

  BenBee: then, if you finish your homework 2nite, you get to join in the fun 2morrow, ms. j.

  0BenwhY: ok. whos ready to learn? Did someone say Ms. J? Great!

  0BenwhY: this is a pickax

  BenBee: this is a diamond.

  0BenwhY: Whatever! It totally looks like a diamond.

  JORDANJMAGEDDON!!!!:

  0BenwhY: we’re building a pyramid

  0BenwhY: yes out of diamonds

  BenBee: so we can have a safe place 2 hide during Ghost Season.

  BenBee: the ghosts will melt us and make us lose all our stuff.

  BenBee: well this game is not supposed to be real life.

  0BenwhY: and get archived

  0BenwhY: and have to pay to get un-archived.

  0BenwhY: so stupid

  JORDANJMAGEDDON!!!!:

  0BenwhY: no. nobody can kill ghosts

  0BenwhY: except Ghostkiller

  BenBee: Ghostkiller isn’t real.

  0BenwhY: wrong

  BenBee: gamemakers created him to make people play more. A fake legend.

  0BenwhY: UR SO wrong

  BenBee: bogus.

  BenBee: I mean, have you ever actually seen him 0BenwhY?

  0BenwhY: what does seeing Ghostkiller prove? have u seen every player who ever played???

&nbs
p; BenBee: that’s what I thought.

  JORDANJMAGEDDON!!!!:

  0BenwhY: yes, let’s ignore BenBee for a minute. Ur in timeout!

  0BenwhY: Ms. J, r u watching? u push this if u want to dig

  BenBee: like this.

  BenBee: easy.

  BenBee: want to try it real quick w my avatar?

  0BenwhY: Ahh! No! Ms. J! Stop! You’re hitting ME with the pick ax. Hit the ground!

  JORDANJMAGEDDON!!!!:

  BenBee: ok ok lets not do that again.

  0BenwhY: u push this to see where ur supplies are stored

  JORDANJMAGEDDON!!!!:

  BenBee: yeah. that’s how we remember everything.

  0BenwhY: what, r u surprised we all have brains???

  BenBee: you’ll remember 2.

  BenBee: once you play for a while.

  0BenwhY: Over there? that’s our amusement park

  BenBee: you can ride the pig swing 2morrow.

  0BenwhY: but only if u do ur homework

  0BenwhY: JORDANJMAGEDDON!!!! built the pig swing

  0BenwhY: Cool, huh?

  JORDANJMAGEDDON!!!!:

  0BenwhY: uh, yeah, good luck getting him to use words instead of emojis, Ms. J

  0BenwhY: way to shoot for the sky

  BenBee: Aw dang, hows it the bell already?

  BenBee: ty again for the computers, Ms. j.

  BenBee: im rly rly rly sorry for being a turd yesterday.

  BenBee: im also sorry for saying turd just now.

 

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