Magical Realism Narrative

                                                                                                                                        Alexis Boni

                                                                                                                                      English Pd. 2

                                                                                                                                           9/17/12

                                                  Troll Tempers

It was an ordinary Thursday. All of Aria’s classes leading up to third period were just as boring as they usually were. Until after lunch when Aria and her friend Griselda, the kindest witch you could ever meet, walked to the most dreaded class of the day, math. Math would have been okay except that both Griselda and Aria were horrible at math. Plus, they had the worst teacher, Mr. Hayne. Mr. Hayne was a troll, with fading forest green skin with wrinkles a plenty. His nose looked like the beak of a toucan; his body was short and squatty. When he walked around the classroom the most wretched smell followed behind him. The class started with the class doing the bell work on the board. After the class did the work individually, Mr. Hayne would call on some people to do one of the problems of the board. Well, Griselda and Aria had not understood the problems but did them anyways on our paper. While they were talking about the last problem, Aria heard this,

“Aria, please do number three on the board,” Said Mr. Hayne, in his deep, screeching voice.

Aria really did not want to go up to the board, so she said no. But Mr. Hayne must not have heard her because he proceeded to tell her once again to up to the board. Aria turned to Griselda and said,

“I am not going up there, I hate doing work on the board and he knows it!”

“Just go up there and write something….” Said Griselda.

Mr. Hayne walked over to Aria and told her to up to the board and show the work for number three. Well at this point he was frustrating her. So she decided to go up to the board, with Aria’s heart pounding in her chest, she wrote a giant question mark under number three.  Mr. Hayne looked at her with a fury in his concrete gray eyes. When Aria went to sit back down next to Griselda, he came back over to her desk.

“Did you even do the work in your notebook?” Mr. Hayne said furiously.

Calmly looking at him, Aria said,

“Yup,”

But then he proceeded to try and take Aria’s open notebook off her desk, as if to check her work, because he didn’t believe her. When he reached his slimy, wrinkled hand across Aria’s desk to try and take her notebook. Aria merely flipped the notebook over and folded her arms across her chest. As he angrily stomped across the classroom towards the phone, he simply looked at Aria with that same ugly, smug look of rage painted across his face.

“Aria, I’m tired of walking on eggshells with you! Go to the office now, and speak with Mrs. Boyle!!” Mr. Hayne was beyond furious; as he yelled at Aria vaguely yellow spit trickled down his chin. As she quietly rose from her seat, Griselda looked at her with wide concerning eyes. Because it was such a small school it did not take Aria very long to make her way down the hallway to the front office.  Aria was dreading having to talk to Mrs. Boyle, she was the vice principal, but was a witch of the wicked sort. To Aria’s relief, the actual principal, Mrs. Reed was sitting at the front desk. Mrs. Mary must have been out to lunch. Having to talk to Mrs. Reed was a lot better than having to talk to Mrs. Boyle, because Mrs. Reed had known Aria since sixth grade, she has the same name as her daughter, and she knows that Aria would never lash out at teacher.

“Hello Aria, what can I do for you?” She always greeted her in a kind way.

“I was told by Mr. Hayne to come up here-“ Aria was interrupted by the loud, unsettling sound of the phone ringing. She knew what that ring meant, it meant that Mr. Hayne was calling to inform the office of Aria’s actions.

“Yes, she’s here. Yeah, okay I’ll have a chat with her. When can she go back to class? Okay, thank you. Bye now.” As she was talking to Mr. Hayne, Mrs. Reed was looking at Aria with disproving eyes. After she hung up the clunky jet black phone, she sighed and looked down.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened?” Mrs. Reed said with hints of disappointment in her voice.

So Aria proceeded to tell Mrs. Reed what had happened, or at least her side of the story.

“Aria, you can’t go against a teachers authority,” Oh, no Aria knew it was coming, a lecture. “When a teacher tells you to do something, you do it. I’m not mad at you because I know that you’re a good kid, and that you have never done this before.”

Aria was relieved that Mrs. Reed was not mad at her. But, she still had to sit up in the office next to her for the remainder of the period. The only thing worse than the fact that this may have go on Aria’s record, was the fact that all the teachers that were nice to her because they thought that she was a good student, were walking in and out of the office starring at her. Aria was not sorry for her actions, she did nothing wrong, but sitting up in the office and having teachers starring at her, was the worst punishment of all.

“Aria, you can go now, I’m going to ring the bell in a second,” Said Mrs. Reed.

The last thing that Aria wanted to do was walk back into that classroom to return the math book that she had brought with her.

When she walked through that classroom door, she felt like all eyes were on her, especially Mr. Hayne’s. Aria’s friends Griselda, and Susan were waiting for her with their eyes wide, almost as if they were thinking, Aria survived Mrs. Boyle! But in actuality, she hadn’t, she had just chatted with Mrs. Reed.

“Are you okay?” Griselda asked curiously.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Mrs. Boyle wasn’t there, but Mrs. Reed was, so I had to talk to her instead.” Said Aria. Now, for another student on Mrs. Reed’s bad side were to get in trouble and have to go up to the office, it would have been a lot worse. This explains why Griselda and Susan were staring at her with concern in their eyes.

“But, she wasn’t mad at me, I have a feeling that if I had spoken with Mrs. Boyle, it would have been a lot worse,” Aria said calmly.

There was a lot more to that day, like Aria’s friend’s, Griselda, Susan, and a few other students, had told her when she returned to the office. What she heard not only infuriated her, but changed the way she saw Mr. Hayne. Aria’s new way of seeing her monstrous math teacher was just that, monstrous. Aria’s day did not dull after she had left, she had told her mom. That is a whole other story of its own. But at the end of the day, Aria learned that monster have short tempers and that monsters are just as they are named, monsters, especially Mr. Hayne.