Yayo Short 6.5: Intervention
A loud ringing noise echoed through the halls of the old Peter Smith school of the grammatically challenged.
It was Yayos first lesson of the day, and she was not looking forward to it. "School is not fun at all." Yayo said quietly, while pouting at her forced labour.
With a sudden jolt the door to the classroom Yayo was sitting in was ripped open. A grumpy looking middle-aged woman with black hair tied to a bun strutted into the room. Her wire-framed glasses made her look like a combination of the worst teacher tropes one could imagine. With similar force she slammed a big book with around 3000 pages on to the podium in front of the classroom. The impact was so hard, Yayo was catapulted against the ceiling, ricocheted of it and found herself in an uncomfortable confrontation course with the floor.
Normally Yayo could count on her own small size to save her from a steep drop, but not this time. Lying upside down on the floor, she found it too bothersome to get up now.
"Get up, you walking bag of human annoyance!" shouted the teacher in a voice even a drill instructor would be afraid of. Yayo had no intentions of doing what she was told and pretended to not hear a word.
This did not sit well with the teacher, who in a quick move of action jumped over several chairs and tables, landed near Yayo, grabbed her by the shirt and forcefully lifted her up. "I said...sit down!" the volume of her voice had increased and the powerfulness made Yayos hair twirl.
Letting go of Yayos shirt, the teacher dropped her back on the chair and repositioned herself to the front of the class. "My name is Miss Petrik," she began her speech," I am here today to help you fix your bad grammar."
"My grammar is not bad." responded an offended Yayo. Miss Petrik readjusted her glasses.
"Your last adventures were not just incredibly stupid, but also had terrible grammar." accused Miss Petrik Yayo, who had none of it.
"My adventures are not stupid," Yayo threw back at Petrik," they are quirky, funny and encourage thinking."
Miss Petrik slammed down the book again. Yayo went silent. "The only thing funny about your stories," remarked Petrik," is your lack of sentence structure and use of paragraphs." Petrik was quite a tall woman, so she had to bow down to Yayo, who sat perplexed at her desk. "And besides," Petrik continued," you are not even very original." Miss Petrik put on a mocking smile and starred at Yayo for an uncomfortable long time.
The whole situation was unusual for Yayo. Normally she is the one making fun of people, but today somebody made fun of her. Yayo was not very fond of Miss Petrik, turning her into a cow in her mind.
Miss Petrik interrupted Yayos thought process: "I want you to work through this book with me." The sardonic tone in her voice made Yayo pout even more. Miss Petrik put the big book with which she could create earthquakes on Yayos desk. With a last mocking glare Miss Petrik turned her back to Yayo and walked to the teachers podium.
"No," blurted Yayo out," I won't participate in your dumb lectures. My stories aren't stupid, you are!"
An incredibly cold wind flew through the classroom, freezing Yayos blood in her veins. Miss Petrik's face twisted into a dark and grim visage, her eyes turned a bright red. "You do what I tell you to do," her voice was loud and could be heard throughout the entire building," if you don't, I might just do this!" A beam of red light shot out of Petriks fingers straight at Yayo, who just barely managed to dodge it. Jumping off her chair, the beam shot passed Yayo and hit a table, pulverising it to ashes.
This made Yayo exhibit a reaction Miss Petrik was not prepared for.
"This was awesome," Yayo cheered excitedly," how do you do that? Can you do it again?"
Miss Petrik wasn't quite sure what to make of Yayos strange reaction to her being almost murdered, but an idea formed in her head. Turning back into her former self she leaned with her back on to the podium. "If you promise to pay attention during my class, I will teach you how to do that." Miss Petrik was aware, that it was not possible to teach this to anyone, but Yayo did not know that.
"Really?" Yayo was psyched and quickly climbed up her chair.
"I promise." lied Miss Petrik. She did not care that she lied, because she now had Yayos full attention. Maybe not the way she intended, but one should not be picky.