The class went smoothly after the rubber ducky incident and as soon as the bell rang, signaling our free time, I started my job in the classroom. 

        "See ya later!" Lucas called out walking out of the room before I could reply. 

        "Aren't you going with him, Ms. Thompson?" Mr. Channing asked and I had to stifle a chuckle. I forgot he think I am a girl.  

        I shook my head, "No, I usually clean up the classroom before leaving." 

       "Why do you do it?" He asked raising his eyebrow for around the third time that class period. Is that some kind of habit of his?

        I bit my lip again as I grabbed the broom from the corner of the room. I began sweeping while humming pleasantly. I ignored Mr. Channing. I don't care if he doesn't like my humming, he'll have to deal with it. 

        "Well, When I first met Mr. Davis I absolutely hated him. In my eyes, he was simply just another cranky old man so I disobeyed as much as I could. I would write nasty things on his board, leave gum on the bottom of chairs, and picking fights during the middle of his lessons. " I paused with a frown squeezing the broom handle. 

        "But he never got mad."

        "Really?" Mr. Channing inquired, unbelieving and I nodded. 

        "No matter what I did he never yelled at me or gave me detention despite what the principal told him. I was a rebel. " I chuckled softly, "I listened to no one. Then one day he pulled me aside after class and he said, "Taylor, I don't know what is going on at home, I don't need too. If you feel the need to tell me then come to after school and we can talk. We talk about why you are like this now. Anything you want as long as it helps you." 

          I smiled to myself, "I remember being so...so angry. I believed that he was like the rest of them, another person pretending to be my friend before leaving me broken. I ran out of the classroom as fast as I could pushing past anyone who got in my way. It was only when I got home that I noticed it, I was crying. Hot tears were streaming down my face like a stream. I hadn't cried in years yet those words had broken down every stone wall I had put up."

        "The next day, after school, I walked up to him, face burning bright red, and asked, 'Can we talk?' He didn't make any unnecessary comments, just smiled, gave me a quick smile, and said, 'Yes. Yes, we can.' "

        "Everyday after that I stayed with him after school and I spilled everything to him. I told why I misbehaved so much and the real reason why I seemed to hate him so much. I knew now, after so long, that I could trust him more than anyone. To give back to him I now clean his classroom. I scrape all the gum off the chairs and clean out all the desks. "

        "Anything to make up for how cruel I was to him," I finished with a small sad smile. 

        "That's so...nice," Mr. Channing noted with a look of surprised. My face heated up in embarrassment but I bit my lip so I would spit out anything too 'boyish.' 

        "Aw, thank you, Mr. Channing!" I giggled batting my eyelashes. I tried my best not to gag. Maybe I should go for more punk instead?

        Than Collin burst into the room with a huge grin on his freckled face. I could already tell that the tall boy had gotten himself into some kind of trouble. 

        "What now?" I asked rolling my eyes while setting the broom back. I began my way around the room looking in desks for scrap papers. 

        "I pulled a small prank on Alex," He chuckled. Alex was a short burly guy with caramel brown eyes and hazel eyes. He on the football team. 

        "What did you do?" I inquired pulling out an orange sheet of paper from a desk. 

        "Well, I hope he likes the color blue!" Collin called out before running out of the classroom. 

        I sighed and grabbed my book bag, "Goodbye, Mr. Channing!" 

        "Goodbye, Ms. Thompson!" He replied swiftly and I ran off, throwing the paper in the trash bin on my way out. I needed to make sure that Collin didn't find his way into detention.