Viamire sipped her tea quietly watching Mr. Wright huff about the room in a fuss.
"We've got to find a better why to control these children!" He said, for what must have been the four time. In the last five minutes anyways.
Shut up, Viamire thought You should have known what you were going to have to deal with when you became a teacher you unbearable twat, let alone one at a school such as this. But she just kept quiet and nodded along with the other members of the student government and staff meeting.
She thought she heard Jon chuckle a few seats over and couldn't help but shamefully smile herself. But at least I have the good graces to hide my delight behind my cup She consoled herself. In truth had taken all her will and father's teachings not to burst into a fit of laughter when she had heard Mr. Wright's story.
Man deserves it, she thought. He's an as- She cut herself off even in her thoughts, shocked at her own vulgar language. At least use decent, well thought out insults! She told herself.
She half listened through the rest of the meeting, day dreaming of having the guts to do something like the student had to Mr. Wright, and dreamed of meeting the prankster to see if she could learn something from him.
Of course she had to scold herself when she realized what she'd been thinking.
