Enjoy this short story by Mace Styx.

“So? It’s not like it’s going to kill her or anything. She might just have to go to the hospital for a couple of hours,” Cody said, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, after everything she’s done to us, who cares if she gets sick? She shouldn’t be a teacher if she can’t handle it.”

Derek couldn’t think of a counter argument to that nonsense. Telling Cody they could get in big trouble would have sailed right over his head, because Cody didn’t care about being sent home. He lived in the moment and treated the future as something he had no control over.
“There!” Cody said triumphantly, mashing pieces of apple into the muffin.

They hurried to sit down and made themselves look busy as other students began to wander in, chattering amongst themselves. Derek sat stiffly, but nobody else even glanced at the muffin. Cody grinned at him across the room and gave him a thumbs-up.
“Everyone stop talking! You should be in your seats!!”

There was no mistaking that screech. The students quickly hurried to their seats and sat down as Mrs. Gordonson came in, resplendent in dull browns and greens as usual. She scowled as her watery eyes took in the class.

“I really expect better than this,” she sighed, shutting the door loudly behind her, making the people in the front row flinch. “I have your tests back from yesterday and frankly, I don’t know if some of you are asleep during my lessons, but clearly you weren’t paying attention.”