Pushing My Luck

“You’re just a bundle of joy, aren’t you Lane?” My teacher’s voice was dripping with sarcasm as he glared at me furiously. The whole class had turned to stare at me, anxiously awaiting my response with a foreboding silence. I was wearing my signature smile – guaranteed to annoy all teachers. “Yes Sir, I do believe I am,” I replied coolly. He sucked in a sharp breath; one of those breaths that make your eyes pop out of your skull. I had to stifle a laugh at his facial expression. He looked constipated.

 

“Think you’re so funny, do you...Lane?” He spat my name out as if it were poison. His voice was wavering in his vehemence and fury. My smile widened. I had got to him. He was on the edge and my next words would push him right off it. “Very much so,” I said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. That did it. “Well why don’t you and your sense of humour go to the Headmaster’s office! NOW!” My teacher bellowed at me.

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