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Alora sighed as she slammed her locker shut. She hated
her next class, or rather, the teacher of her next class, Mrs. Kakawate, an
older Skeith with thin grey hair and glasses.
The plushie Cybunny slammed her books on her
desk and sat down hard, then gave a heaving sigh, as she entered her classroom—which
had a few ugly Valentines Day decorations strung on the walls. She made it a
point Mrs. Kakawate’s class to show how much she hated it, and she was very
good at it.
“Alora,” the teacher said grumpily, frowning,
and tapping her Skeith fingers on her desk, and spitting when she talked. “You
have no right to slam your books around like that. It will ruin them. You don’t
want to pay for new books, do you?”
“No, ma’am,” Alora mumbled, staring at her paws.
When Mrs. Kakawate had turned around to write on the board, Alora stuck her
tongue out at her defiantly.
When the bell rang, Alora stood up to go to her
next class. Before she could leave, however, she heard her teacher call her.
“Alora, your behavior has been most horrid as
of late. After school I want you back here immediately, to write 100 sentences
on the board,” said the Skeith, pushing her wire rimmed glasses up her nose.
The Cybunny nodded, rolling her eyes. She certainly
didn’t plan on coming to class after school, and her teacher knew it, so she
added “And if you don’t come, you’ll have to serve after school detention. I’m
sure you’d like that much better.”
“Uh huh, whatever,” Alora muttered before turning
to leave the classroom. “Finally,” she said aloud, when she was out of Mrs.
Kakawate’s ear range, “that horrible class is done.”
Alora’s next class — History — was taught by
her favorite teacher, Miss Evans, a beautiful young Wocky.
As the Cybunny walked into the classroom, she
smiled sweetly at her teacher, then sat down quietly, placing her books gently
on her desk, admiring the pink hearts strung around the room. “How are you today,
Miss Evans?” she asked politely.
“I’m fine, thank you, Alora,” the teacher smiled
back, running her paw through her beautiful long hair.
Whenever Miss Evans asked a question, Alora would
be the first to raise her hand. It was quite obvious that Alora was the teacher’s
favorite.
The bell rang. School was out for the day, but
Alora was not. After saying a quick goodbye to her favorite teacher, she groaned
and trudged over to Mrs. Kakawate’s classroom.
“So you came, for once,” the teacher spat. “Get
to those sentences right away. I want 100 ‘I will not slam my books on my desk,’
sentences before you leave.
As Alora wrote, a plan formed in her head; a
plan to get revenge on her mean teacher.
***
The plushie Cybunny dropped her backpack on her bed when she got to her room.
Immediately, she took her art supplies—she was going to make two Valentines
Day cards: one for Miss Evans, and one for Mrs. Kakawate.
After an hour of cutting, pasting, and drawing,
Alora proudly held up one finished Valentine. It was a beautiful card, with
pink lace on the edges. On the cover, it said “To the greatest teacher ever.”
With great care, Alora signed her name, and sighed with satisfaction.
For the second card, the Cybunny cut an ugly,
scraggly black heart. With a dark red pen, she wrote on the cover, “To a mean
teacher.” Inside, instead of her name, she signed, “Your worst nightmare.”
Alora was quite proud of herself for the two
cards. She imagined Mrs. Kakawate’s face when she saw her nasty card, and almost
laughed at the thought.
Finally, she slipped the two cards into envelopes,
and labeled them.
***
On Friday, at the end of the school day, Alora went into the school office
to put the cards in her teacher’s mailboxes. She smiled as she thought of how
pleased Miss Evans would be. But when she thought of Mrs. Kakawate, she couldn’t
feel satisfied with herself. She knew what she was doing was wrong. “But, afterall,
she DESERVES it,” Alora assured herself.
***
That Monday in school, Alora sat in Mrs. Kakawate’s class, sulking. Every time
her teacher glanced at her, she felt rotten to the core. She was certain her
teacher knew who had given her the nasty card.
After class, Mrs. Kakawate called up Alora. Sighing,
and feeling like disappearing, the Cybunny turned around to face her teacher.
She felt guilty for the card, although she was still trying to convince herself
that it was okay.
“Alora, I’m astonished!” the Skeith began. “Why,
all this time I thought all of my students hated me… until I got this card.
Nobody has ever been so kind to me before in all my life,” she said, wiping
a tear from beneath her glasses. “See? I put your card over my desk. Well, you’d
best be off to your next class before you’re late. Again, thank you so much
Alora. You have no idea what that means to me.”
The Cybunny glanced at the card. Her legs felt
weak beneath her body as she saw the beautiful pink card with lace on the edges.
Walking out of the classroom in a daze, she thought
to herself, “I must’ve put the wrong names on the envelopes by accident! But
that means… Oh no! Miss Evans got my OTHER card!”
She walked on towards Miss Evans’ class, her
heart in her shoes. The Cybunny didn’t want to face her favorite teacher after
this, ever again.
Alora sat down at her desk gloomily, glancing
at her teacher. She was sitting at her desk, holding a black heart-shaped card
in her paws.
The next bell rang, and the teacher started her
class. Every so often, she would gaze over her class, as if she were trying
to pick out the one who had given her the card.
When the class was finally over, Alora sulked
over to Miss Evans’ desk.
“Miss Evans, I—“ Alora started, “I was the one…
the card. It was a mistake.”
The Wocky looked at Alora, waiting for her to
go on.
“I made two cards. One was the most beautiful
thing I’d ever made, and it was for you. This one was for Mrs. Kakawate. The
cards got put in the wrong envelopes by mistake, and… I’m sorry,” the Cybunny
blurted out quickly.
“Alora,” Miss Evans began, “this mistake was
a very good thing. If Mrs. Kakawate had gotten this card, she probably would
have quit teaching.”
Alora couldn’t possibly see how that could be
a bad thing, but she sat quietly as her teacher continued.
“You see, just last year, Mrs. Kakawate was the
happiest teacher I had ever known. Then, a few months ago, her whole family
decided to move to Mystery Island.”
The Cybunny frowned. “Then why doesn’t she move
there with them?”
Miss Evans shook her head. “She can’t. She needs
to raise the neopoints here, by teaching, before she can join them. Until then,
I want you to do something for me.”
“What’s that?” Alora asked.
“Be the best student you can be for her,” the
teacher replied.
Alora nodded. “I will Miss Evans.” The Cybunny
turned to leave the class, thinking about what had happened that day. She had
learned a good lesson indeed, one that she would never, in all her life, forget
about.
The End
Author’s Note: There IS a moral to this story, which is this: Don’t feed
your Onas orange construction paper. Wait, no, wrong moral. Ah, here we go.
Be nice, and don’t write your teachers hate notes; you never know what they’re
going through. There we go, much better. o_O And yes, I do in fact know, that
it is no longer time for Valentine stories... but hey. You can still learn from
this, right?
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