Miss

“You’ve let yourself down mostly, I don’t want to hear from you again understood?” the peremptory was spoken by Miss. Ganneesh. “Yes miss,” Baxter answered.

  “Miss?” Miss repeated, “You think that sounds respectful Baxter?”  Baxter still standing perturbed in the middle of the headmasters office, tried to answer, the unreasonable question, “It’s what I call everyone else, Miss.” “Do you?” Miss started, “Even the teachers who are male?” Baxter looked up at his headmaster after simply staring at the floor in supposed shame, “I call them sir, miss.” “There it is again, you certainly have a tendency to call me this young man.” Miss replied. Baxter was confused with this odd interrogation, it had nothing to do with damaging the vending machine, why is this so important. “Why don’t you call your teachers by their name. Call meMiss Ganneesh from now on,” was concluded by Miss Ganneesh. Baxter went versatile for he just wanted to leave the office at this point, “Yes Miss. Ganneesh,” was answered.

  “Very good, you’ll receive a lunchtime detention soon during the week,” Miss. Ganneesh spoke. Baxter shuck himself awake from the statement, “What!” “Oh don’t act surprised, you ransacked a vending machine, that’s school property you damaging which can’t happen again, understood?” Miss Ganneesh spoke. Baxter had briefly forgotten why he was in the office in the first place, after the brief tutorial about what the teacher was meant to be called. Miss Ganneesh stared cautiously at Baxter awaiting a possible answer. “You can go now Baxter,” Miss Ganneesh finally finished.

  Baxter made his way back to his class, clutching a neat bar of Cadbury’s caramel chocolate, one of three he was able to retrieve from the vending machine he sabotaged. “Miss?” Baxter thought to himself while scoffing down his chocolate bar.