Chapter 48:

(Mishti) BLAH BLAH BLAH!

Cafe Eris


Ugh. Poop on a boiling stick! We’re back at this dumb school filled with dumb teachers n’ the worm that dragged me here. I already spend HOURS with these dumbos. I should be watching Barthur at home right now. But APPARENTLY the adults thought sittin’ down for 15 stupid minutes and talking about my “progress” is important. Mr. Bora hasn’t even progressed past his ex-wife, so I don’t think I’m the one we should be talking about.

On top of bein’ dragged to this prison, I had to go with Kulsum and Mark, or should I say Kakura and Maruto, if I don’t wanna hear Mark cry for 15 hours. He thinks he’s the main character of some anime ‘cuz he can’t take reality. He can’t even spell or use proper punkchuashin! Also, I Pixie Tail is so much better than Naru-

“Stop dragging your feet through the mud, I just bought you those shoes,” the worm interrupted me. Still, I guess he was right about the shoes.

ANYWAY back to Maruto, his family is stupidly happy for NO reason. What do they even have to be happy about? Maruto lives in a dream world and they don’t do nothin’ about it. At this rate he’ll become an irresponsable adult just like his parents. Also, his older sister’s name is Daisy. DAISY! She’s a k-poop idol and her songs suck, I hate them.

You know who’s songs are great though? John Doe. What a guy.

We almost made it to the classroom but on the way there we got stopped by Mr. Beyin who apparently couldn’t mind his own business and just had to say “Hi.” No one really  wants to say hi to other people but adults think it’s polite so Kulsum’s parents did it anyways.

But maybe I do like Mr. Beyin, because he’s finally gonna tell Mark’s parents that they need to take the cotton out of their insect-sized brains and finally tell their son he has problems. Not me though. I don’t have problems. That’s why Mr. Beyin didn’t talk to me and my folks that didn’t show up today. Yeah!

I was up first to be tortured by Mr. Bora. I already knew what that old geezer was gonna say. Blah blah blah Mishti needs to stop biting people in class blah blah Mishti should finish her homework blah blah.

BLAH BLAH BLAH.

The usual blabber that no one cares about. I bet Mr. Bora didn’ even know that no one even listens to him in class because he’s BOOOOOOOORINNNNNGGGGG. No one cares about “self reflection” buddy. Maybe instead of telling on me to the worm who is also younger than him he should think about why I don’t listen to a soggy biscuit like him with no athoraty.

But still, the worm kept saying we should “have a chat” with him even when mom and pops said it didn’t matter. The worm was always insisting on how “ejucayshun” or whatever is important. It’s annoying but I guess I’ll keep ‘im around. Even though he’s wimpy and only like 3 millimetres taller than me, at least he’s nice, and in a not wimpy way.

So yeah, I let the worm drag me to see Mr. Boring’s fugly face outside of school hours, but before we got there, I got to see something hilarious.

See, Kulsum’s parents were totally NOT getting along today. They kept lookin’ at each other angrily like one was about to yell any second. Trust me, I can tell ‘ese things. I’m surprised Kulsum’s mom even showed up this time, she’s usually busy with boring adult stuff like work and “having a job” or whatever. And Lucky is so unlucky. She’s married to a wimp like Kulsum’s dad. He’s nice but he’d definitely get bullied in my class.

Anyway, Mr. Bora was talking to some chick who left when he noticed us outside the door. “Hey! Mishti, you’re here with your brother!” he turned to the worm, “Are you an adult? Just need to verify since she has to be here with a guardian.”

I tapped my foot impatiently and looked at my wrist. I don’t have a watch there, but it’s what adults do when they want to let you know you’re wasting their preshus time. I hate adults and their rules.

“Yep,” the worm showed him a little card and we went to sit down, leaving behind Kulsum and her grumpy family and Mark and his family of simpletons.

We didn’t even get past the dumb hi, hello introduction when I heard yelling from a distance. Nice! I thought today was gonna be super boring, but I guess I was wrong! From the voices, it sounded like Kulsum’s parents. They finally started yellin’ huh? What’d I say?

“Are you serious? Even this year!?” Kulsum’s dad shouted. Never thought the guy had it in him to speak louder than a bee, but wow! My respect for him definitely went up. Now it’s not in the negative numbers anymore.

“I don’t expect you to understand that I have a career and my client needs me right now. I have no choice.” Meh, not mean enough. Try again Unlucky.

“Your DAUGHTER needs you right now!”

Not bad, Ahmed, one point for you.

OUR daughter needs to grow up in a financially stable household! That means that I go out and make money while you take care of unimportant things like THIS.”

Ok nevermind. I’m rooting for Unlucky! 10 points! She’s real smart for understanding how stupid these meetings are.

The worm got up and closed the door. BOOOOOO. It was just getting to the good part! I made a face at him and he made one back.

“Alright, back to the matter at hand,” Mr. Bora said. UGH I wanna go home. “Mishti is having behavioural issues in class. I’m sure you’re aware of this from the several complaints filed by other student’s parents this year,'' he looked at me like I was s’pposed to say something to that.

“Yes, I’m aware. I spoke to those parents, and we managed to sort it out more or less. Apologies again for the trouble.”

Mr. Bora gave him a mean look. I guess he was bullying the worm now cuz he could never take me. What a loser.

“Recently she even attacked a student one year younger than her. This type of behaviour is troubling.” OH SHUDDUP you sheep! I won that fight fair and square.

Mr. Bora looked at me again. Tch.

“What are you staring at Hatake?” I growled.

“Mishti! You can’t say that!” the worm said.

“Which part?” I asked.

“Any of it! You can’t call your teachers by their first name, and you should show some respect.”

Mr. Bora put up his hand to shut the worm up, as he should. “It’s alright. We’ll address this in class but, I understand that these outbursts may be a result of other external factors, correct?”

The worm nodded. I slammed my hand on the table, “Stop beating ‘round the bush Hatake! Whadd’ya really wanna know?” He should be grateful I held back from calling him a rat goblin gremlin puddle of gunk. That was my best insult. I thought of it for a week!

Mr. Bora sighed and ignored me. Where are his manners that he keeps talking about!

“I also should let you know that her grades are poor. Not because she’s bad at the subjects. It’s clear she has a very high level of understanding literature……. and vocabulary. However, she refuses to do the work.”

Hah! As if! He’s just straight up LYING because he hates me. Just cuz he kept bothering me, I already showed him I was better than everyone else by totally destroying ALL those suckers at every single spelling bee! Plus I even know about negative numbers and the worm said he only learned that in 5th grade! All the other stuff doesn’t even matter, I already proved I know my stuff.

But the worm didn’t tell him any of that. The worm just nodded again. Man! Is that all you can do, you WIMP?!

“I’ll make sure she finishes her work. I know she’s capable of a lot more.” The worm finally spoke.

“Of course.” He looked at me again. “Is there anything you’d like to add, Mishti?”

I crossed my arms and slumped in my chair, “Nah.” Watch yer back Hatake.

We FINALLY got up and left.

When we got outside I saw that Mark was on the ground sniffling and crying like a stupid babbling monkey while his kpoop sister dragged him into the classroom. Her balloon head parents followed.

I looked around and realized Kulsum’s mom was nowhere to be seen. Aw man. I missed the whole entire fight! Her dad was on his phone texting aggressively. Maybe if I got a little closer I could see what he was sayi-

“We’re done here so we’ll be off then,” the worm waved to Kulsum’s dad, who stopped typing angrily for a second to smile.

“I don’t wanna go home,” I said.

“Yeah, me neither.” Even if he was a wimp, he was a wimpy short worm with a brain the size of a human.

“Let’s go to cafe Eris then”

I nodded. I wanted to slap the weird bald man’s head. That would make me feel better.