My Friend Gets A+ Because Our Teacher Has A Secret Affair. I Told Everyone

My Friend Gets A+ Because Our Teacher Has A Secret Affair. I Told Everyone


Hi everybody! Would you like to hear something really unbelievable? I am only twelve years old, I have just entered
my first year of middle school, but I have already seriously framed my teacher, my best
friend, and even her mother. To tell you the truth, I have to admit that
I did not mean to do it.It was just a coincidence. Everybody calls me Sam. But my Mom calls me SAMANTHA, and every time
I hear this, I get chills down my spine! Brrrr. You know, my mother is very strict and very
careful about numerous rules that HAVE to be observed. Usually she invents all these rules by herself. For example, every Friday night, our big family
absolutely HAS to get together and go to my mom’s favorite restaurant. My mom calls it the “Great Dinner” pronouncing
it so strictly and meaningfully that you realize that there is no trace of even the slightest
hope of abandoning or escaping it. So, one Friday evening, during another extremely
boring and dull “Great Dinner,” I was sitting at the table at the restaurant, yawning,
and idly picking at some tasteless pasta with a fork. Mom was talking about something loudly, and
I was just wishing that all of this would come to an end as soon as possible. It could have been just another ordinary and
horrible family evening… if I didn’t notice Monica’s mother sitting at one of the neighboring
tables. Oh, I totally forgot to introduce you. Monica is my school friend I spoke about at
the beginning. I would go to her house all the time and I
knew her mother pretty well, so I thought that I should go up to her and say hello. But my plans changed drastically when I looked
at the man Monica’s mother was having dinner with. It was Mr. Fitzpatrick! Can you imagine? Mr. Fitzpatrick! Oh, sorry. I forgot again, that you don’t know who that
is. Mr. Fitzpatrick is my social science teacher. I do not like his class, and Mr. Fitzpatrick
himself is not a person who I would like to talk to in the presence of my mother, so I
tried to hide myself behind a napkin to make sure that they didn’t notice me. I knew that Monica’s mother was single. And I still remember a very ugly story that
happened when Monica and I were still in elementary school. It was a time when Monica’s parents were
in the middle of their divorce proceedings. Ouch, even now I don’t want to think about
that! But I will tell you anyway. When Monica’s mom and dad filed for their
divorce, they could not come to an agreement about where Monica would stay. They were literally trying to slice their
daughter as if she were a piece of pie. There was some kind of murky story about the
court hearing and the judge’s decision regarding the custody of Monica, but I don’t remember
the details, because at that time I was only a nine-year-old kid and did not understand
much about, well, all these strange things that adults do. One day when we were at school, Monica’s dad
showed up in the middle of the school day, and demanded that the teacher let Monica go
with him. The teacher, of course, knew about the divorce
procedure that Monica’s parents were undergoing and knew that something sketchy was going
on there. So she refused. But Monica’s dad was very persistent! He made a huge scene in front of all the students
and teachers! The teacher even wanted to call the police,
because some of the classes, including our class, had to be canceled thanks to Monica’s
dad … however, we kids were not too upset about this. Then Monica’s mother came to school, and the
scene continued, but later they somehow managed to settle their problems. It seemed that Monica had finally firmly answered
that she wanted to stay with her mother, and that she did not want her father to harass
them any longer. After this, Monica’s father was so angry with
her that he still does not want to see her or even talk to her. And when my mother found out about this drama,
which totally left an impression at our calm and boring school, she was very strict…
regarding Monica’s mother. Mom said that a DECENT woman would never allow
this to happen, especially IN PUBLIC. My mother did not forbid me to stay friends
with Monica, but she did not even want to talk to Monica’s mother. When I would go over to Monica’s house, and
my mother would come to pick me up, she would always wait for me in the car outside. So I had multiple reasons to not draw my mom’s
attention to this couple. But I still continued to watch them — well,
anyway, it was definitely much more exciting than listening to how my family talked about
themselves. And it was only the beginning of the show
there! In less than five minutes, Monica’s mom and
Mr. Fitzpatrick… started kissing! Yes, yes, you heard me right! Kissing. I was terribly embarrassed — I didn’t
realize that these two were having a romantic dinner, but I was also so surprised, even
more than I was embarrassed — after all, it was not just an ordinary couple, but my
teacher and my friend’s mom! How could this happen? I watched this sweet couple a little more,
and then it occurred to me that I needed to do something else. My mother was carefully watching all the attendees
of her “Great Dinner,” and she would sooner or later notice that I was staring at them. She would definitely suspect something and
go up to Mr. Fitzpatrick and his lady, tee-hee!, in order to find out why her daughter was
staring at them. I tried to get back to my pasta, but after
this unpleasant scene I had witnessed, it became even more disgusting.Yuck! A little time passed, but I still couldn’t
get the evening when I saw this hot performance starring my friend’s mother and my teacher
out of my head. Every time I saw Monica at school, I wanted
to shake the truth out of her — why didn’t she tell me everything? Monica and I were not very close friends,
but we’ve known each other since childhood, we went to elementary school together, and
we still had some common classes in middle school… including Mr. Fitzpatrick’s class,
by the way! Yes, lately, we rarely hung out together,
but, tell me, was this a good reason to hide from me that her mother was dating our teacher?I
don’t think so. I was dying of curiosity, but I had no idea
how I could start an honest conversation with Monica. And, I literally could not come up with any
decent idea. Monica became less talkative than she once
was, and she became harder to deal with in general …and then I realized something! Monica did not want to talk to anyone because
she was afraid to talk about her mom! But why? Well, of course, this gossip would instantly
spread around our school, but why hide all this so carefully? I grew more and more curious every day. And I started spying on Monica at school on
a daily basis. AndI finally noticed something strange. Not very long ago we took a test in Mr. Fitzpatrick’s
class — an extremely difficult one! I was thinking and trying so hard that I literally
gnawed on my pencil while I was filling out the test forms, but I still almost failed
this test. And Monica got an “A” — we showed our
grades to each other, so I knew that for sure. And it was… very strange. You see, I remember well, since elementary
school, that Monica was not the most diligent student, I was always a little smarter than
she was. And even though I was not very good with social
sciences, I was not so bad that I’d almost fail the tests that Monica was passing brilliantly! So I made a mental note and decided that next
time, I would ask Monika again what grade she got on her social sciences test. And the next time it was the same! Monica got another “A” from Mr. Fitzpatrick,
while I barely pulled my “C” out. But you have no idea how much I went through
while I was getting ready for this test! I completely abandoned my gaming console,
I didn’t go out for a walk, I even almost didn’t open YouTube — I was studying around
the clock! But for some reason, Monica again received
a much higher grade than I did.This could not be a coincidence. I did not directly ask Monica why Mr. Fitzpatrick
always gave her an “A”, but I asked my friend about her other grades. Monica did not see what I was hiding behind
this innocent question and honestly told me about all the grades she received over the
semester. And you know what I heard? Monica did not have a single “A” apart
from these ones!! And moreover, she did not even earn a single
“B”! Only “C”s … and these standalone “A”’s
in Mr. Fitzpatrick’s social sciences class. Of course, I could not help but be so annoyed! And then …and then something happened that
I’m not proud of. My mother very carefully controls my progress
at school and makes all my teachers report all my grades to her. Mr. Fitzpatrick, with his social sciences
was no exception — and my mother learned about two tests that I almost failed. Nothing good was waiting for me at home! My mother defiantly placed me in the center
of the room and scolded me for a long time, but before she moved on to the punishments,
I thoughtlessly screamed out that it was not my fault! That I tried hard! But that this was a very complex subject,
and there was only one student who received an “A” for the test. And it was Monica, and it was only because
her mother was dating the teacher. My mother’s face changed immediately and she
asked me, in a completely calm tone, everything I knew about what I had just revealed. The next day, my mother went to my school
and demanded that the administration fire Mr. Fitzpatrick. My mother said that the teacher’s relationship
with one of the student’s mothers was unethical and dangerous for everyone: children, teachers,
and the school’s reputation … A couple days later, Monica — who, of course,
knew nothing about my mom’s visit to the school — talked to me for the first time in a long
time and told me everything about her mom and Mr. Fitzpatrick – that he was very cool
and that Monica was very attached to him and would like Mr. Fitzpatrick to become her father. That’s why Monica studied his subject so diligently
— to please Mr. Fitzpatrick and to support him. However, it was all in vain, because Mr. Fitzpatrick
valued his work and his role at the school and he left Monica’s mother in order to not
lose his job at our school. Now I don’t know how to tell Monika everything,
but I HAVE TO do it. I told this story here to make sure that I
am ready to tell it. Please like it and support me, because I really
didn’t mean for anything bad to happen.