Ten O’clock Scholar – nasty

This snippet is written for Tuesday Tales, where a group of authors write to a word or picture prompt each week. This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘nasty.’

Enjoy the snippet here, then go check out the other delightful tales you’ll find at Tuesday Tales.

By the time Peggy pulled into the museum’s parking lot and found an empty space, she put the car in park and her shoulders sagged in relief. Heaving a huge sigh, she sat for a moment. As much as she’d looked forward to the tour, she almost didn’t want to enter the premises.

Not only was she arriving an hour past the tour time, after the unexpected tension from the congested drive, Peggy simply wanted to sit like a limp dishrag and not move for an hour. Or two.

But, knowing that she had to appear and at least catch the last segment of the tour, she rolled up the window, grabbed her bag and exited the vehicle.

Will I even find where the class is at this point in the tour?

She hoped that the tours followed a somewhat set pattern, so that someone at the entrance could give her an idea of what area her class may be.

Unfortunately, as Peggy entered, she hesitated in the front foyer area, looking around to get her bearings, she saw Mrs. Stone headed towards her, with three fellow students lagging in her wake. Peggy paled when she saw the nasty glare aimed in her direction.

“Mrs. Stone…the traffic…I just—” Peggy stammered.

“You should have made allowances for that.” The instructor uttered the words in a clipped, tight voice. She thrust a clipboard in front of Peggy. “Here. Sign the list. At least you made it here. Now that the tour is over.”

Peggy pulled the pen from the silver slip and signed her name before returning it to Mrs. Stone. “I’m sorry—”

“Doesn’t matter. Tour’s over. You’ll get partial credit for showing up. Make sure that next time you’re on time.” Mrs. Stone turned and headed to the door.

Two of the girls, looking to be barely out of high school stayed right on Mrs. Stone’s trail, following her out the door. They turned their heads and avoided Peggy’s glance. The third girl, seeming to be closer to Peggy’s age, at least looked her in the eye. She didn’t speak, but at least shrugged her shoulders as if in an apology before she too left the building.

Peggy stood in the now empty room trying to decide what to do. She walked over to the closest showcases to see what was inside. As she stood reading the placards describing the contents encased within, Peggy heard a rustle beside her.

Raising her head, she saw that the third girl had returned and stood quietly beside her. “Oh, hi. I didn’t hear you come back in.”

A slight grin inched its way across the girl’s face. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you. I wanted to come back and make sure you’re alright. Mrs. Stone can be a bit rough.”

“A bit?”

The grin turned into a huge smile. “Touché. More than a bit. My name’s Carol by the way.”

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14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Gloria Caviglia
    Mar 07, 2022 @ 19:38:12

    I need to know what happens!! More, please, more!!


  2. Susanne Matthews
    Mar 08, 2022 @ 12:35:50

    I can’t stand that teacher LOL Great scene.


  3. Deb
    Mar 09, 2022 @ 00:36:50

    I love Carol, she arrived at the right time!


  4. Vicki Locey
    Mar 09, 2022 @ 10:24:21

    Great snippet!


  5. Jean Joachim
    Mar 09, 2022 @ 18:31:32

    Nasty biotch that Mrs. Stone. I hope she gets a flat tire on the way home. I so felt her fear and the glare from the mean teacher. Some people just shouldn’t be in teaching positions.


    • trishafaye
      Mar 12, 2022 @ 18:20:24

      Unfortunately, Mrs. Stone is based on a real teacher from my past. I may have amped up her nastiness just a notch – but not that much LOL
      However, to her credit, she DID teach me to be on time LOL


  6. Author
    Mar 14, 2022 @ 16:22:24

    Nasty is the perfect way to describe that teacher. What a heifer. 🙂 Jillian


  7. Tricia
    Mar 21, 2022 @ 14:31:41

    Wow. What a witch. I really wish that teacher could get what’s coming to her. I feel so bad for Peggy.


    • trishafaye
      Mar 30, 2022 @ 22:30:03

      Thanks Tricia. To be honest, the teacher has her roots in a teacher from my past. But to be honest, I have amped up the nastiness level for this story. Mine was challenging, but not near the nightmare that’s presented here.


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