• Joshua, or as his friends call him, Josh, was doing his regular thing. He was sitting in school on a lovely spring day, waiting to get out. He stared aimlessly through his golden brown eyes at the clouds which seemed to blur and blend with the bright blue sky above from the stinging burn of holding his eyes open for such a long time. The wind was blowing through the wind he sat by whipping the sweet aroma of violets and roses past his face and out the door. Hearing the wind in the trees and the Blue Jays singing happily causes him to sigh deeply…
    WHAMMMM!!! “Something boring you Joshua?” Mrs. Rembley demanded. Startled, I looked at her with sheer terror as my heart racing and heaving deep breaths in and out. “GOD!!! What kinda crap was that? Are you really trying to make my heart give or something. Geez.”
    “Hmm, I don’t think I like your tone Josh,” she snipped angrily. “How about you write the entire next page on the black board. See if you have the attitude to bark at me again.”
    “What ever, see what I care.” I rose from his seat throwing it out as I stood and proceeded towards the front of the room. Thinking of making a break for the front door I started to get a deviant smirk across my face. Just as I was about to turn and dash after it, I saw Mr. Tenton come through, the principal. The smirk almost instantly gone, I lower my head in disgust and reach my hand for the chalk as I reach the board.
    Now Mrs. Rembley was a cruel teacher. She like nothing more than to make kids work and bore them to tears. Nobody liked her, probably not even her own husband I’d bet. She was a tall slender woman with long strait hair that she had recently dyed a dark red color. She usually wore the regular school teacher out fit; a long sleeve shirt with a long plaid skirt. Then there was Mr. Tenton. Just as cruel with a very annoying sense of humor that got on peoples nerves real quick. He was medium sized; about 5” 9’ and practically had his own orbit. Kids claim that when he walks past them, he’s so big they can actually feel themselves be pulled in and get a spinning feeling, but that’s just some jokes to bust his chops. Really he’s only about 290-330 if you ask me, but still a very large man. He always wore something that he thought was “cool.” Some days he wears tattered pants that stop about to the middle of his shin to his ankle and anywhere in-between. As for the shirt, he wears mostly cut off sleeves and about 30 sizes to big. Some times he comes in and it barley gets past his pants buckle. He very much likes corporal punishment and at anytime will not hesitate to enter your room and find any reason to call you out and tan your hide. They really seem to like each other, and it makes me sick to my stomach.
    “Josh,” Mr. Tenton almost literally barked (he sounds kind of like a Rottweiler being strangled). “What did you do this time eh? “Do you need another lesson like the last time?”
    “Last time” I shivered. Last time I was in his office and he used his good paddle. A nice, thick oak paddle with small little ridges and small holes drilled in to let air flow through just for that little extra crack. Sometimes, if he swung fast enough, it would make a loud whistle that echoed in your ears for hours as you wait for the 48-hour pain to seize.