If Only

High school, finally, or at least I thought so. I thought I would never miss middle school, and I’m not, except for one class; I miss the worse torture of all, or so they say. I miss my 90 minutes of English class. Especially with the worlds best teacher, literally. Everyone might know her as Mrs. Meadows. It’s not like I don’t like my new teachers, I do, and they’re incredible teachers, but when you’ve had the same teacher for sixth and eighth grade then of course you’ll miss them, especially if they are your favorite teacher of all times.
So here I am, walking down these still unknown halls. Like always, Mrs. Rohas (one of the high school English teachers) stands on the top of the stair case going to the third floor. I keep my eyes on the ground to not meet her evil eyes. I’m about to give her a kind, welcoming smile, because no one would like to get on the bad side of someone that looks like a female, three feet tall version of Dr. Snape. I greet her with a “Hello Mrs. Roha…” until I catch a quick glimpse of someone.
“Mrs. Meadows!” a tenth grader shouts behind me. It’s her!
“Mrs. Meadows!” I then exclaim and rush toward her. I wrap my arms around her as a true welcoming hug.
“Are you going to start teaching here in high school?” another tenth grader excitedly asked. I let lose because I hear no answer. I stand back and see her shake her head quickly and point her nose at Mrs. Rohas in a discreet way, hoping the evil lady wasn’t paying any attention. I quickly grasped the signal she was giving us, but again the tenth grader asked. She then opened eyes wider, shaking her head again in the same quick way, warning us to not talk about the subject when Mrs. Snape was around.
I start to giggle a bit because the tenth graders just didn’t get her expression, “Alright, bye Mrs. Meadows!” and waved as I walked away to my next class. If only she’d start teaching in high school instead of Mrs. Rohas. That would be the best thing ever.