I sat in my desk with my hands behind my head and my legs propped up on top of the desk. I was in seventh period, the last class of the day on a Friday. To make it even sweeter my nice math teacher Mr. Beans taught it. 

Mr. Beans didn’t care if we were walking on the ceiling of the walls as long as we turned our work in. You could do almost anything in his class and today I planned on doing just that. My friend Marshall who sat in front of me brought two silly spray cans for us both to spray at the class. Usually I was the the teacher’s pet who got prank but today it’s pay back time for these teenagers.

One of the the teacher’s across the hall came into the door way of our class and said, “Mr. Beans had to go to an important meeting so his brother will take his place today.”

I put my legs back on the ground and sat up straight. Marshall turned around to look talk to me.

“You know this means we get to do easy worksheets and have free time Duby Dee,” Marshall said.

“I know, did you bring the……… you know?” I asked

“I sure did,” he said in a low whisper.

He reached into the inside of his coat and sneakily dropped a can of silly spray into my hand bag, which was sitting on the floor beside me.

I thought to myself, maybe Mr. Beans brother will be laid back like him.

A skinny man with a beard and thick eyebrows walked into the front of the class. He wore a long brown trench coat and a black hat. If this was Mr. Beans brother he sure didn’t look like him because Mr. Beans was fat and clean shaved.

“I’m your teacher’s brother and I will be taking over today. My name is Mitsy…..” He was interrupted by laughs.

A boy name Andre said, “I wouldn’t have guess that would be your name. Your momma must have came up with that name before she saw you.”

Everyone in the whole class laugh.

“Can you please quiet down?”

“Ugly as you are, they should of know from the Ultrasound you were not a girl,” a guy yelled from the back of the class.

The class couldn’t hear him because they were laughing so hard. I promise you if I saw anything coming I didn’t see what’s going to happen next. Mitsy reach into his trench coat and pulled out a gun pointing it straight at the ceiling. He shot the ceiling two times. Dust fell from the like snowflakes  falling onto his head and the floor.