SUB TEACHER
By Astrocarl
It was hard to get out of bed usually, but today
I was booked to cover Ms. Brosh's fifth grade class. She was always there first
thing in the morning when I arrived, looking like she'd been awake for hours,
and always wearing something bordering on sexy. She was only twenty-two, so I
assumed she was just dressing 'young'. She was gorgeous, too. Sandy blonde
hair, 5'6", probably no more than 120lbs., and she had a striking resemblance to
Jennifer Connolly. Not hard on the eyes at 7:15am.
She greeted me, as usual, in her room, where
she'd been setting out lesson plans for me. She always drew little happy faces
on her notes. This time I walked in as she was finishing one.
"Morning!" I offered.
"Oh, how's it going Mr. Stevens? I'm just
wrapping up the plans for you."
"Thanks," I said as she turned back to the
note. I took the second or two I had to catch a glimpse of her toes. She was
wearing some wedge-style slides that showed all but her pinky toe, and of course
the rest of her foot from the arch to the heel. Whoa. Nice. I'd never seen
her in these shoes before, but I hoped I'd see them more with Spring
approaching. Today she had red toenail polish, but it was just starting to chip
away in a few little spots. She turned to me again.
"There you go, and they should be ready to be
picked up in the gym in about twenty minutes." She was looking directly into my
eyes. I tried to appear confident, but I could only last for a second or two
before I had to look away. That's when I noticed something on the wall by the
chalkboard.
"What's that colored chart?" I asked, half
curious and half trying to cover the awkwardness.
"Yeah, that's the new behavior chart." We
walked over to it. It was a series of sheets of construction paper, laminated
one above the other like photos in a wallet. "Each color is a different warning
level," she explained, "Everyone starts the day on blue at the top." There were
clothes pins pinched to the sides of the chart, each had a student's name on
it. "When someone is having trouble following directions, I move their clip
down one color. The first one is time out, the second is no recess, third is a
phone call home, and so on." Each colored sheet had some clipart image
attempting to illustrate the idea.
"What about that last one?" I asked, somewhat
curious (obviously) about the footprint clipart.
"Don't worry about that one; nobody wants to get
all the way down there." She looked right into my eyes again and grinned. I
felt a chill. She grabbed a satchel and headed to the door. "I'll be in the
library if you need me; the number is right here by the phone." She turned and
walked out.
"Thanks again for having me today," I tried to
get it all out before she was gone. She answered form the hall, "My pleasure."
I felt lucky today. For several reasons: One, I
got to see Ms. Brosh; and Two, sub jobs were increasingly difficult to come by
lately. Apparently there were several incidents, early this semester and in the
previous year, that some sub teachers actually abducted students from the
classes they were covering, and were never found. Obviously, security had to be
tightened drastically, and many subs that I'd known were let go because of new
stricter guidelines on the background checks. One was even fired because they
found that he ran a yahoo group with images of 18-year-old girls' feet! That's
the third reason I felt lucky: I'd canceled my subscription to that group about
a month before they found it. I'd just been curious about girls' feet since I
was a kid, but now I was starting to appreciate the peds of girls a bit further
out of high school, like Ms. Brosh.
I was one of her regular subs, probably because
the first time I had her class for a day, I handled several pretty fierce
situations fairly well, AND I told her I'd come back anytime. Teachers love
that. I liked to think that maybe she had a crush on me, but I'd probably never
know.
The best part about covering for this particular
class was that Ms. Brosh was, like today, usually on campus, in and out of
meetings with literacy specialists, etc. She always made it a point to stop by
the room from time to time to check up on us. This was especially helpful to
me, because I had back-up; anytime a student got out of control, I could
threaten to tell Ms. Brosh – today, I could call her. She really had a grip on
these kids better than any other fifth grade teacher I'd had the opportunity to
sub for. Maybe it was her demeanor. Maybe it was that chart. I stared at it
until the first bell rang, and I went to get the kids in the gym.
As we got back to the room, I had the students
go to their desks to read independently while I looked over her notes:
7:45-8:00 Reading time
8:00-9:00 Language arts-Have the students write
in their journals for about ten minutes. There should be NO talking during this
time; they've been hanging out in the gym already! ;^)
I smiled at the happy face, then looked up to
see Eric Davis flipping-off another student across the room.
"Eric," I snapped, "that's inappropriate."
He dropped his hand down behind his desk, but
Carly, who sat next to him, looked where his hand was and started to laugh.
Then she looked at me with some guilt on her face. He'd been caught.
"Eric, come up here please."
"Aw, man," he whined with his trademark
attitude. "What'd I do?!"
"You flipped me off behind your desk, and you're
not reading, like I asked."
"So?" he returned.
"So, do I need to move your clip down to green
already? Or can you get yourself under control?"
"I didn't do nothing, Mr. Stiffin." He smiled
proudly at his pun, and turned to accept the snickers it had caused.
"Fine," I said, as I walked over to the chart.
"We can start the day off that way if you want to." I reached his clip and slid
it down to green.
"No! that's not fair!" he complained, running
over to the board and reaching for his clip. "Put it back; I'll be good!" I
restrained his arm.
"It doesn't work that way, buddy," I informed
him. "You made a choice. Now go sit in time out and take a book to read."
Eric stomped over to his desk and slammed his
hand on his book, murmuring under his breath the whole time.
"And Ms. Brosh said no talking, Eric, so you
might want to stop that mumbling before I move you down again."
He looked at me with hatred in his eyes, no
doubt a posture he'd learned at home. I thought for a moment that he'd calm
down, but he couldn't get over losing control of the class to me. "Sucks!" he
yelled as he went to the time-out desk. Without blinking I slid his clip to
yellow.
"That's no recess, bud. You wanna keep it up?"
I was starting to feel bad for having such an awesome weapon. I wasn't used to
getting students to do much of anything I asked, at least not the first time,
but today this class was silent. Everyone else had their faces buried in their
books, except for the few who were looking over at Eric to see what he might do
next. I checked the chart again. Next would be orange – it had a telephone
printed on it. After that, red – which had a clipart image of an a cricket.
Last, of course, was purple – the footprint. My imagination was running wild.
'Nobody wants to get all the way down there', her voice repeated in my head.
We made it to lunch without so much as a peep
out of Eric, or anyone else for that matter. I'd be picking the class up in the
cafeteria in a few minutes. I looked at the note again:
11:15-11:45 Lunch
11:50-12:10 RECESS-They know better than to ask
to go to the restroom, so if anyone tries it, move their clip.
We didn't even make it to the playground before
Eric shouted from the back of the line, "I gotta use it, Mr. Stiffin!" Had he
learned nothing this morning? Every bit of training I'd had told me this wasn't
personal, but I was getting frustrated. I probably wouldn't have reacted so
harshly if I wasn't so curious about those last few sheets on the behavior
chart.
"Eric, that's two color changes: one for asking
to go to the restroom when you know better, and one for continuing to call me by
the wrong name." I'd just sent him past the phone call home and straight to
whatever 'cricket' was. Any other class would have started to giggle and
whisper about a fellow student getting in so much trouble, but these kids were
silent. Some even looked shocked or scared. I kept my game face on.
"When we get back to the room we'll call Ms.
Brosh in the library and see what she has to say."
"You won't have to," her voice came from behind
me. She was staring at Eric with her hands behind her back as she paced slowly
toward him. "What color does that put Eric on for today, Mr. Stevens?"
"Red."
"I guess I'll be coming back to the room with
you then."
"Okay." I pretended to seem authoritative with
her, but I was kinda scared for this kid. What had I sentenced him to? I asked
her quietly as we walked along next to the line of students, "So, do you have to
call his Dad now, or something?"
"Nope," was all she said, as she looked straight
ahead.
Once we reached the room, Ms. Brosh took over.
She had the students sit in a big circle on the floor in the corner. I took a
chair and sat right outside of them. Ms. Brosh started talking from her desk,
where she took something small from the drawer. Then she grabbed a can of Diet
Coke she'd been drinking.
"We had a talk about your behavior for
substitutes didn't we class?"
"Yes, ma'am," they droned.
"And we had a talk about the behavior chart,
too, right?"
"Yes, ma'am."
She was walking slowly toward the circle. They
were all visibly shaken, but Eric could only stare at the floor. I detected a
sniffle, as if he were crying.
"Eric," she said coldly, "here." She held out
a small pink pill and her coke. "Take it," she ordered. Eric didn't move.
"Don't make me move you're clip again now. You've still got a chance to make
this a good day." He still didn't move. "Eric, I'm going to count to three.
One..."
Eric began sobbing uncontrollably as she
counted. He continually wiped his eyes while keeping his head buried.
"Two..."
He looked up at her with more fear than I've
ever seen. "I don't want to take it!" he blurted.
"Two-and-a-half..."
"Please, Ms. Brosh! Please!!"
She gave him an extra second or two of silence
in which to decide, then she spoke.
"Three."
"NO, NO, NO!" Eric had lost all control. He
had leapt up from the circle and headed straight for the door. Ms. Brosh just
watched him struggle with the knob. As she slid his clip down to purple, she
spoke again.
"Eric, you know the deal." With those words,
she stretched her hand out toward him. Suddenly, a beam of light shot across
the room and enveloped him. I watched in awe as he flew toward her hand,
shrinking to a height of only an inch or so as he moved through the air! Once
she had him in her palm, she addressed the class, as though she were giving a
normal lesson.
"Who can tell Mr. Stevens what would have
happened if Eric had made a good choice and taken the pill?" Every hand shot
up. "Linda?"
"Eric would have turned into a bug and we would
have set him free on the playground," the girl recited.
"That's right. And who can tell Mr. Stevens
what has to happen now?" Again, every hand was raised immediately. "Seth?"
"Eric stays a person, only tiny, and you're
gonna step on him."
"That's right. Do you think that was a good
choice Eric made, boys and girls?"
"No, ma'am."
She brought her hand close to her face. Eric
was curled into a ball on her flattened palm. "That's right," she whispered at
him, her breath moving his hair slightly. She crouched down and set him on the
floor. Then, she slipped her left foot out of her shoe. "These are new shoes.
I don't want to ruin them," she said to me with a wink. I was absolutely glued
to this show. I mean, I love kids, but this was more like a video clip I'd
download from the internet (in my dreams).
Eric wiggled in fetal position as Ms. Brosh
placed her bare foot on top of her other foot, her toes spread apart as they
rested on the leather upper of the shoe.
"Say goodbye to Eric, class," she instructed.
One voice muttered something like goodbye, but, sensing it was alone, quickly
fell silent.
Suddenly, Eric sprang to his tiny feet and began
to sprint! He probably had no idea where he was going, except AWAY from Ms.
Brosh's comparatively huge, meaty, bare foot that was poised to squash him. She
giggled, then she leaned forward, shifting her weight to the patch of floor
directly in front of her. Her bare foot lifted from its perch and floated out
over Eric's miniscule body. With a playful energy, she pointed her foot and
raised her toes at the last second, bringing the ball of her foot down sharply,
and crushing Eric instantly. Her toes splayed to bare her weight, and she began
to grind her foot from side to side, very slowly and deliberately. Every
student cringed as wet pulp squished up between her toes. She was smiling.
"There," she said slyly, "that was easy." She
looked at me in the same way she had this morning, and I felt the same chill.
"Mr. Stevens," she started, "I guess I should have warned you more fairly..."
My mind was racing. After all I'd seen, I'd
never be able to live a normal life, and it was just occurring to me that she
probably wasn't going to let me, either.
"Did you wonder how I might explain a missing
child to his parents?"
I had. So I nodded.
"I'll have to tell them that he disappeared,
along with my sub, during recess."
"Oh." I realized now how simple an explanation
it was, given that some teachers in this district must have supernatural powers,
and given that THAT would be an unbelievable explanation. Ms. Brosh raised her
arm toward me and everything went white.
I came-to sitting in the palm of her hand, just
as Eric had only minutes earlier. She brought me close to her face, and smiled
a simple, evil smile. Her lips parted as her tongue slipped through her teeth
to speak.
"Thanks for being such a good sub, Mr.
Stevens." The boom of her whisper shook me to the bone. I could feel her warm
breath rush over me with the scent of Diet Coke. "I'd love to have you back
again, but I'm going eat you instead."
With that, her other hand crept up behind me and
lifted me by my shoulders into the air. She held me close to her face and
teased me with a quick gnash of her teeth. As she raised me over her mouth, she
licked her lips as if to help them open. Then, she lowered me gently to her
outstretched tongue. My feet and legs slid quickly onto its slimy, bumpy
surface and I instinctively raised my arms to catch myself against her
incisors. They came down onto my chest, holding me against her tongue
temporarily. All I could see was her upper lip, which slowly closed toward my
neck and face. I could feel the pressure on my lower body of her sucking me
inward. Her mouth closed around my neck now, and with my arms I could feel her
top and bottom teeth coming back together just behind her pursed lips. The
teeth clinched my throat as she parted her lips one last time, exposing my head
to the students' gaze. Then, instantly, she opened her mouth and lifted me
completely inside, biting closed behind me. Her tongue moved me over to the
left side of her mouth as her molars fatally ground into my tiny body, and
everything went white.
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