17 My Turn (2/2)
”Yes, Miss,” I answered bowing down my head.
While I was about to sit down, I was interrupted as the nightmare was still to end...
”Oh what about your quote?” The teacher asks.
”Oh right. Uhm. Hurt someone with the truth, but never let someone be happy with a lie.”
What the hell is it with me with jokers today. I just uttered that, out of a mere sense of immediate action. I never thought that a quote on the end is compulsory. I even gave a cringy one, Almost like I'm a love-connoisseur rather than just being an economic bigshot...
”Thank you for that sir.”
”Please do cease the 'sirs” already,' I thought, while slowly sitting down.
Unlike the previous introductions, there was no backlash, just plain hand claps. The result was better than expected. It is neutralism at its best but somehow, I feel that I was unable to remove the big shot imagery, yet the worst challenge for the first day is finally over. Now for the main dish, it was time for the Prima Donna's intro.
”Ok then, lastly, is Miss.....” the teacher casually shifted her focus towards my right, where the last student is situated, but unaware, she got herself a little shocked as to whom she were to deal with.
Truth be told, I have no idea as to what this girl is really capable academically, it is just that, the more I realize how known she is, it veils her more in this mist of mystery. Ms. Ludenburgh was somehow speechless and the environment's noise dropped down to 20 to 30 decibels or even lower.
”E-ehem. Ms. Reignsworth... I was uninformed of your presence, it is now your turn to introduce yourself, although it may be a little late at this point.” The run down, confident teacher, just like everybody else, switched from her casual actions to formal.
”No miss Ludenburgh. To be fair, I must.” Celes replied while standing up from her chair a hundred times more confident than I was. She closed her notes and placed her expensive-looking pen on her uniform's tight pocket.
”And besides I have something important to canvass,” she added.
”Of course. Everyone please does listen as to what Miss Reignsworth here has to say.” Ms. Ludenburgh nervously chattered.
”There's no need for you to be nervous ma'am. Please don't make your life as a preceptor of a beta cuttting-edge institution, more stressful than it already is.” the Prima Donna who saw right through the teacher said, giving her an assured look in the face, which truly was an expression of a teenage girl who wanted to be treated equally as everyone. It is something without a taint of pride nor of supremacy, but humility.
”R-right. HAHAHAHAHAHA,” Ms. Ludenburgh burst into laughter probably because of her thoughts that were wondering as to why a teacher would feel taunted by one of her students.
”Ok then. Ms. Reignsworth” the teacher added, giving the stage to Celes.