Seeing nothing but a maze of desk legs and stamping feet in front of it, the panicked squirrel turned around and scurried up Mrs Robinson’s desk. It huddled behind a stack of papers, nervously twitching its nose as it scanned the classroom for a way out; the rest of the students could tell it was still there, and watched it with excitement and apprehension. Seeing their math teacher flushed red with embarrassment, and from the residual effects of her laughing fit, Brie and her two friends decided to take the moment of quiet to help Robinson out. Brie went over to the main door and held it wide open, which caught the rodent’s attention, but it didn’t get a chance to make a break for freedom before Alexa and Erin ushered their mortified teacher out into the hallway, using their arms and bodies to shield her as best as they could as they made their way to the bathroom. Seeing the squirrel eyeing her, Brie stepped aside and gestured to the open door, but the pest didn’t move.
“Come on! Out! You can get out right here!”
The squirrel, maybe suspecting a trap, or maybe feeling a strange impulse to stick around for more mayhem, arched its back, but otherwise didn’t leave from the desk. A few of Brielle’s classmates snickered, but one girl at the back rolled her eyes.
“You brought it in, Brie, and now you can’t get it out? Pssh.”
The girl was Tiffany, the class’s resident queen bee who thought her parents’ status made her better than everyone else. She had never quite been a bully to anyone, just an uppity snob; she typically sat at the back of class flanked by her two friends/lackeys Karen and Beth, who seemed to stick with her for reasons Brie never figured out, because she never seemed to be that friendly to them. Brie was a bit taken aback, because as far as she knew, this was the first time Tiffany had ever even spoken to her; the curly-haired blonde raised her voice as neither Brielle or the squirrel took action.
“Okay, fine, I’ll take care of it! You’ll probably just end up making things even worse. Beth, grab a broom. Karen, open the window.”
Her two friends got out of their desks and did what they were told, while the rest of the class hushed up, eager to see what would develop. Karen slid open one of the side windows, while Beth retrieved a long broom from the class’s side closet before making her way home to the front where the squirrel lay hiding. Brie bit her lip and stepped back, but gave Beth a good look as she moved forward with the broom.
“Just don’t hurt it, okay?”
Beth nodded. But the instant that she held up the broom, the squirrel’s eyes went wide open in horror, and it took off into the classroom with enough force to shoot a trail of papers onto the floor behind it. Beth hadn’t had time to try and direct it towards the window, and instead the squirrel ran straight down the center aisle of desks… right towards Tiffany. The posh girl screamed and tried scooting her chair backwards as the not-so-ferocious beast charged her, and she ended up tripping her chair backwards and falling flat on her back with a large thud. The sudden noise made the squirrel jump up in a panic, but it was too late for it to change direction. It glided frantically through the air and landed right on Tiffany’s stomach, left somewhat bare as she felt she was appropriate to tie her hem into a knot for school. The light scratches of the squirrel’s paws, and the fur of its legs and underbelly, brushed across the lower inches of the bully’s belly, immediately subjecting her to the same treatment that had fallen the rodent’s other victims that morning.
“Hey! HeheHEY!!! Get OHAHAFF!!!”
Struggling to contain her laughter, Tiffany frantically kicked her feet up and down as the squirrel turned around in circles across her midriff, looking for a direction to go. Her thrashing legs, still dangling over the seat of her overturned chair, ended up loosening her giant Ugg boots around her feet. This was just as the girl managed to look up and scowl at the squirrel, frightening it in the opposite direction of her face: up and over her thighs towards her feet. The squirrel ran along her leg and straight down into the gap by her right boot, now finding itself trapped between the lining of the Ugg and her socked feet. The rodent was now audibly squeaking in terror as it wriggled back and forth, now with no room to get out, but unintentionally turning its entire body into a tickle brush right at the side of Tiffany’s foot.
“HEYHAHAHAHA! GET OUTHAHAHA! BRIEHEHE GET IT OUT HAHAHA STAHAHAHAP!!!”
Tiffany rocked back and forth along the floor, unable to stand up or free herself from the tickling beast trapped in her boot. The friction the squirrel created when it plugged the gap hindered any attempt to kick the shoe off, though her left foot was freed when she flung her boot off and sent it flying across the classroom, almost hitting Brie in the head. Brie took a look at the queen bee struggling to contain herself, desperate (and failing) to show the class she wasn’t that ticklish; her right leg whipped back and forth in an unsuccessful attempt to kick the rodent out. But, taking the earlier mockery into account, Brie shrugged.
“Eh, I don’t know. You said so yourself, I’ll probably just make it worse.”
“YOU HAHAHAHAHEEHEE! KAREN HAHAHAHALP!”
Karen rushed to her “boss”, only to get kicked across the face after trying to grab Tiffany’s boot, and she stumbled backwards clutching her nose while the class laughed at her. Tiffany ended up rolling out of her chair and onto her stomach, kicking her feet back and forth; when Beth rushed over to try and help, she grabbed the wrong foot by accident, and added another ticklish jolt to the blonde when her fingers dragged across her squirming sole.
“YOU IHEHEHEDIOTS, HELP! STAHAHAHAHAP!!! GET IT OUT!! HAHAHAHA!!”
The rest of the class was laughing, not out of being tickled by squirrel, but from the amusement of the squirrel attacking their teacher, and then the class snob. Brie was starting to feel a twinge of guilt, and was debating to act on it when a large shadow appeared in the door. Stepping into the room, accompanied by a metaphorical choir of angels, was Miss Carol, accompanied by Alexa and Erin. Without stopping once, Carol strolled straight over to the squirming student, gently but firmly grabbed her leg, and swooped the boot off with ease. Then, holding the Ugg with the squirrel trapped inside by her palm, Carol walked to the open window and thrust it to the nearest tree; the rodent, now free, rocketed out into the branches and scurried up into the tree tops.
Once the window was closed, the class applauded, with the exception of Tiffany and her cronies as they picked her up off the ground. Miss Carol then walked to the front of the room, and addressed the class with a loud cough; all the students immediately filed back into their seats, having too much respect for English teacher to keep acting out of order. Once the room was quiet, Carol addressed everyone, though her gaze seemed to linger on Brie and Tiffany a bit longer than the others.
“Well then. For reasons you all know and that I won’t repeat, Mrs. Robinson will be taking the rest of the morning off. There’s no need to continue to dwell on the subject, so if someone can tell me where in your books you left off…”
“Isn’t Brie going to get detention?!” Yelled Tiffany from the back.
Brie froze and her skin covered up in goosebumps as she remembered that she was the one responsible for the entire mess, but when Carol smiled, it seemed to set her at ease right away.
“We give detention to students who have done something wrong and deserve to be disciplined for it. I highly doubt Brielle packed a live squirrel into her backpack on purpose. Why should she go to detention when there’s nothing to learn from it? It was an accident, Tiffany. That will be all.”
Even Tiffany knew better than to argue with Carol, and she slunk down in her chair muttering under her breath. Brie silently mouthed “thank you” to her English teacher, and was met with a warm smile in response.
The rest of the class, which wasn’t much, went by as Carol did her best to get the students back on track with math. The next period, science, went by with far less excitement and laughter. Brie had almost forgotten about the morning’s incident by the time she returned to her locker and found a small folded note stuck in the door. Curious, she opened it up.
“Please come to room A12 at lunch.”
The note was signed by:
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