Lin sighed and looked up at the clock. How much longer was it until school would get out? Only ten more minutes……. She really had to learn to stop getting in trouble in class. A sound caught her ears and she looked up as two girls walked past her in the hall, giggling. They whispered back and forth to each other, most likely talking about her.

That seemed to be happening a lot lately. She was always getting in trouble for some reason or another. Lin looked down at her aching arms. The teacher had certainly become more creative with her punishments, that was for sure. She stood in the hallway, holding two buckets full of water which she couldn't set down.

Recently, she had been the topic of conversation around the school. There was always a buzz whenever she did something to the principal. One of her practical jokes had been executed lately, and the subject was not happy with her in the least. It was a shame that no one could prove that she had done it, at least, a shame for them. Because of the way she played these practical jokes, nobody could ever prove that it was her. She was never caught and left no evidence that it was from her whatsoever.

That's was what irked her teachers. She was always so bored in class, so she would take it upon herself to liven things up a bit. But, whenever she took it upon herself to do so things seemed to get a bit out of hand, for the teacher at least. They had come to know her, the entire faculty, that is. At the beginning of the year she could tell that they knew about her by the calculating look that they always gave her.

Nobody ever believed that SHE could do it. After all, she always looked so innocent. She was pretty, with auburn hair that fell down to the middle of her back. Plus, she always did her homework and got straight A's, much to the dismay of her instructors. The only reason that she got straight A's was so that the principal would have no excuse to try and expel her.

Lin glanced up at the clock again. Only two more minutes left, thank god. The muscles in her arms were burning. She looked down at her school uniform and grimaced for the one hundredth time that year. It wasn't that she minded school uniforms, it was that these were an ugly, obnoxious, puke brown. It was her school's color. Who would choose that ugly color?

But, unfortunately, nobody at this school had much of a say in the matter. She was pulled from her reverie as the bell rang throughout the halls, people immediately spilling into them to go home. She ran into the classroom, buckets still held, and jogged over to her teacher's desk.

The instructor looked up just as Lin dropped the buckets heavily onto her desk, making water slough all over her papers. The teacher let out a cry and stood up, grabbing the papers quickly and swatting at the water that was dripping from them. Lin tried to keep her face neutral.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know that you had all those important papers on your desk!" she cried, not sounding in the least bit sorry for what she had done. The teacher glared up at her.

"Lin! I just don't what I'm to do with you!" the short woman cried, placing her hands on her hips.

"Well, I suppose that I should go home now!" she said cheerfully, grabbing her backpack off her desk and jogging towards the door.

"You know," the teacher began. "There should be a special school for children like you."

"And what kind of a child would that be?" Lin asked, her voice showing her exasperation.

"The kind that is so bored all the time that she finds the only way to amuse herself is to get into trouble. I suspect it was you that turned the principal's hair orange?"

Lin kept her face expressionless. "I'm not sure that I know what you mean," she said innocently.

The teacher eyeballed her. "Yes, well, I think that I'm going to send a note home to your parents this time. It was quite a task to try and get by desk down this morning from the ceiling, not to mention all the other desks."

Lin was grinning like a Cheshire cat on the inside, but her face remained passive. Yes, she had gotten to school for some early "studying" that morning. It had taken her two hours, but she had managed to flip the classroom almost upside down. Everything that should have been on the floor was tied to the ceiling. She even went into details as much as to glue the pencils to the teacher's desk so that they wouldn't fall off.

"What makes you think that was me?"

"Only you would think of something like that," the teacher said sternly. Lin shrugged and walked to the door.

"You know," the teacher said. "They really do need a special school for kids like you," she said more softly than before. "You have a great mind, Lin. I just wish that you'd use it for something other than evil," she said, smiling.

Lin turned and walked out of the door, rolling her eyes. It was going to be a long walk home in the hot sun.