Anita 4

As we arrive at school, a boy approaches, sticks out his tongue, "goody goody suck! Only 6! Trying to make us all look bad! I had 22, everyone else at least a dozen. You're dis-gusting."
I don't hesitate, deal with it exactly like back home, time my lunge perfectly. Even before we hit ground, I'm already working over his ribs and stomach. Knowing Earthling social mores, I prefer not to redecorate the face.
Dozens of eager voices, both boys and girls, cheer me on. Then a rough hand on my shoulder, Lily's voice, "enough moron, teacher incoming at six o'clock."
By the time teacher has pushed through the reluctant crowd, I'm merely sitting on him, giving an inscrutable smile.
She asks the obvious, "what's happening?"
Obviously, he prefers not to admit he was beat. Tone of disgust, "hormones, couldn't stop kissing me. Yuck, probably need rabies shots now."
Everyone laughs.
Teacher asks, "Anita, am I permitted to give personal advice? That is, woman to woman, as opposed to teacher to pupil?"
"Certainly."
"When you get home tonight, tell your mother you need an eye examination."
Everyone laughs harder.
As the crowd drifts away, Lily says, in disgust, "idiot! He just ain't gonna stop following you around now."
"You mean ah?"
"Yes moron, it's called infatuation."
The boy puts just enough building corner between him and teacher, then moons me.
My first impulse is to resume thumping him. Seeing Lily's suspicious eye on me, I opt for more Earthling-like behavior, "shift position, let's test out his geometry skills."
We keep moving a bit and he keeps taking the bait. On the fourth mooning, he's caught in flagrantis, given detention.
I see Lily's look of pure relief, "I was wondering about you, after that fever. See you're back to yourself now."
As the bell rings, we file in, me hugely relieved to discover he's not in our class.
Teacher has a sadistic smile, "we have decided, in order to remove you from any and all temptation, you don't choose your own books any more. We do, keep a list, no swapping."
I sense 30 inward groans.
"One thought to bear in mind. Let's say you be a dishwasher when you grow up; the world does not really expect a lot. Any responsible position, requires cultural knowledge, not just skills. So, show of hands, who wants to be a dishwasher?"
None.
Thin smile, "I rest my case. All of you will benefit by doing the reading for real."