S watched with glee as J swallowed a second time for good measure, all the while not taking her eyes off of the red faced Ms. Melody who at this point looked more and more like she might burst a vein in her forehead. The aid had pulled his earphones off and was dutifully leaning over to pick up the piece of chalk that had just been unceremoniously flung at his face.
Ms. Melody glared at J, with a piercing but all too familiar look that would have had most children in tears. But not J. J licked her lips – for effect – and smiled back at Ms. Melody with a defiance that caused several other kids to slink down in their seats in fearful anticipation of the inevitable ‘boom’.
S grinned at J, who would have grinned back had she not been engaged in a staring contest with the now approaching Ms. Melody who appeared to be accepting the challenge offered by the little girl who was oddly calm about the disaster approaching her desk. Even the aid looked somewhat concerned that some sort of assault was about to take place, and he looked briefly at the door as if deciding if he should go and get help.
S said as she reached into a pocket in her school bag and pulled out a ‘Tums’ antacid. Knowing full well that Ms. Melody would launch something at her if she got annoyed enough, S continued the effort to get her attention.
Ms. Melody, in one fluid movement turned and picked up a half-full water bottle off of one of the children’s desks and hurled it at S, hitting S square on the side of the head.
Shut Up Child!!!
She then turned to re-focus on J without waiting to see what impact the bottle had (or not) on S.
J looked at S, startled as she saw the bottle hit her friend’s head; but then had to force herself not to grin or yelp with excitement as she saw S pop the Tums onto her mouth, fall to the ground dramatically and wait for the foam to start to fall from her mouth. With one eye open, S watched and listened.