Mikey walked into the school, along with the rest of the kids, but stopped just outside his classroom when someone called out his name.
"Hey, Gibson." Although it was a woman's voice, Mikey knew who it really was. Or rather, who the woman was pretending to be.
He turned around and saw a woman in her mid-thirties wearing the type of clothes that Richy Phillips usually wore. Her hands were on her hips and a scowl was on her face. Mikey laughed. She looked so ridiculous.
The woman walked towards him and pushed him on the ground. She was a lot stronger than Richy, obviously, so it hurt a lot more than it usually did. "What's so funny, dickweed?" she said, acting tough.
"Susan," another woman said. "That's quite enough."
Mikey saw a wrinkly hand stick out towards him and he grabbed it. Once he was pulled to his feet, he saw who helped him up. It was Mrs. Wilson, the elderly woman who lived across the street from him. But she was wearing clothes that Miss Warren usually wore. And there was something else. She didn't look quite as old. Oh, she was still an old woman, but it looked as if she had grown younger by about ... ten years? Some of her gray hair was gone, replaced by dark brown hair.
She walked into the classroom and Mikey was about to follow her, but before he did, Susan intentionally bumped into him, making him stumble a bit.
"Don't think that you're getting off that easy, Gibson." Then she walked down the hall and into to her own class.
Mikey watched her go, then turned and went into Miss Warren's classroom. He hoped that he wouldn't run into Susan again. She was even worse than Richy.
