Bad Ass Teacher

By T.E. Henry

Join Geneva George on the journey of a lifetime. Riding her bike always provided Geneva with time to relax and contemplate her life. Now that she is on the brink of making a major life-changing decision, she needs the freedom of the road and time to herself to think. As she journeys from Florida to California on a quest for self-discovery and self-affirmation, she discovers the true depths of her sexual desires. Being a sexual goddess is not an easy job, but someone has got to do it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796036428

T.E. Henry

Who is T.E Henry? I am a Jamerican, that is a Jamaican American. There are parts of both cultures that has influenced my writing. I can very honestly say the intense sexual side of my writing has definitely been influenced by my Jamaican culture; while the openness to express and share these intensely sexual characters with the world is influenced by my American culture which allows for freedom of expression. I wrote my first compilation of love poems at age sixteen. Yet what did I know of love at that age, not much. Now in the middle of my journey, in this adventure called life, I write from what life has thought me. Who am I, a woman, a sexual being, a goddess, who writes for other goddesses.

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Rev. date: 05/24/2019

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Contents

About the author

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Other Novels written by T.E Henry

Edited by

Y. Brown

About the author

Passion! What is life without it? Not worth living. Writing is my passion and with each new book I complete I leave small pieces of myself on the pages. In this book, in particular, Geneva’s struggle to become self-confident directly reflects my recent struggles to fully grow into and accept the skin I’m in and value who I am.

Now I know that the person that I am is more than enough. And though I am not perfect, though I have weaknesses, the mere fact that I wake up each day and I am willing to address these weaknesses makes fighting for my passion that much more meaningful.

Geneva’s self-confidence is derived from the many personal struggles she endured as a child, she fought through them and today she is bold and beautiful and so am I.

T.E. Henry

Chapter One

God damn it! She was so fucking happy she was passed her middle school years; Geneva thought has she read the note she had moments before intercepted from her students. The two girls now sat with a sad contrite look beholden on their faces, their heads were hung low in shame. Their embarrassment was well warranted, the content of the letter was nothing but hatred, Geneva thought. No doubt about it, the two girls were nothing but two very miserable school bullies! The shame on their faces would have easily convinced a vulnerable soul that they were indeed sorry; yet, their body language had a slight hint of defiance, the kind that said we are only sorry we got caught.

Geneva knew she had two options, she could throw the note away, or she could reprimand the girls. The contents of the note were such that any reprimand she provided would include a visit to the principal’s office. She thought it over. In less than an hour the bells would be ringing, signaling the start of her spring break vacation. Thus, she was ambivalent, not sure whether or not she should start the lengthy discipline procedures. Those procedures lawfully mandated a tremendous amount of paper work, in-addition many phone calls would have to be made in order to complete the process. This lengthy discipline procedure would ruin the last hour before her spring break vacation and she simply wasn’t going to allow that to happen.

No, she thought, it’s not an option. She felt overwhelmed with joy that she was so close to busting through the school’s doors and be free for one whole week; a week free of mean teenagers. The current stark look on her face did not betray her joy and excitement. She looked utterly pissed off.

Is this how your parents are raising you?! Geneva asked, as she waved the folded note. I know they are not! You two should know better! She continued. Her voice was stern, her tone almost sinister as she said, you are going to regret this one day. Geneva knew her words held truth.

All the girls that had tormented and bullied her during her three years of middle school were now apologetic and as adults they now regret their actions. As part of her healing she had found her abusers via social media and had express her thoughts and feelings in regards to how their actions ruined her middle school experience. They had all apologized, whence giving her the closer she needed. Yet it wasn’t closer that had given her peace, being able to see and speak to her bullies had allowed her the opportunity to delve into their personal life. Time and again, she’d found that she had accomplished more and had done more with her life than her bullies. The knowledge had brought her tremendous gratification.

Geneva read the note once more. It made her sad to see that at such an early age woman belittled and body shamed each other. The memory of many similar notes being pasted to her or being anonymously left on her desk only further irritated her. She’d been the brunt of a great deal of body shaming in middle school. She was a chunky teenager, who played the flute, an instrument that was way too small for her grand frame. She was also bright and excelled in all her subjects. Being the child of a black mother and white father had blessed her with beautiful light gray greenish eyes that sparkled under the sunlight. Yet all that didn’t matter to mean middle school girls, all that mattered was the size of her waist.

Her hands shook as anger began to boil up, it had made its way from the tips of her toes and had turned her stomach upside down and was now threatening to explode through her mouth. Yet she knew she had to contain herself. Fuck it I’m gonna handle this my way, she thought. She crumbled the note and threw the wadded paper into the trash. She looked down at one of the girls who had just passed the note.

Does your mother know that you use such vulgar words? Or that you are here harassing other people’s children? They were rhetorical questions.

The girl didn’t answer she just kept her head hung low. Just so you know this school district has a very firm hand when it comes to bulling and you will be off to jail if you continue to… She paused, she had said enough. With less than an hour before the commencement of her vacation, she was not in the mood for drama or unnecessary stress. Besides, she had had previous run ins with the two girls, and she knew threats of jail and district firmness would have little to no impact. What these girls needed was counseling and lots of it. Only people who didn’t like or love themselves would treat others poorly. It had taken Geneva many years of counseling to be able to say and accept those words to be true.

Sorry miss George. One of the young ladies finally said, her voice an almost unaidable whisper.

Yeah sorry Miss G. The other chimed in.

Geneva crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at the two young girls. Her many years in the classroom meant she had become an expert at deciphering when a child was sincerely sorry for what they had done and when they were only saying what was needed to be said in order to not be in trouble. Thus, she had discerned that neither of the girls were sorry. The girls were the so-called popular girls in their eight-grade class, they were the quintessential mean girls and they were indeed mean to the core.

Geneva’s thoughts wondered back in time, to a time when she was a clumsy eight grade nerd who was bullied. Her clumsiness was inconsequential to her has air was to the wind. Regardless of whatever happened they both had to coexist. Hence, she had learned to accept her clumsy nature, stumbling into desks, and so on. Unfortunately, girls were mean asses and her eight-grade year was…she shook her hand, shaking the unwanted memories away. She turned and walked away, she didn’t need any negative vides, she thought, not when she was less than an hour from starting a week of blissful happiness. This spring break vacation was going to be the beginning of the rest of her life. The thought caused a smile to rest on her heart, she was careful not to display this emotion on her face.

Lilly come up to my desk please. She called the victim. Lilly was a bright girl with long golden blonde hair, and a golden smile to match. She was also brilliant, so much so that her smarts had often times left Ms. George so speechless that all she could say is, well done. Ms. George wanted Lilly to face her assailants. Unlike the other girls Lilly’s head was not hung low, in fact it never is. The child always held her head high, filled with confidence and pride. Geneva knew that was what the other two girls hated. They hated Lilly’s confidence. They hated that no matter what they sent her way Lilly always seemed to keep her twinkle in her eyes and that beautiful golden smile on her face. Geneva wished she had had her strength at that age. Her bulling had had the opposite effect on her. It had instead created a dark, sarcastic eighth grader who morphed into a darker even more sarcastic high schooler and a now emotionally unavailable adult; she had become a bad ass.

You know what I think and see? Geneva began, Of the three of you girls Lilly is the only one that is happy. You two she pointed her fingers at the culprits, who now looked at her with nasty looks on their faces, you girls are sad miserable people, she held up the cross she wore around her neck, I would place this on your foreheads but I don’t want the demons to fly out of you and into my classroom. The class erupted into laugher.

Good one Ms. G! One boy shouted.

Yeah roast them girls till they are burnt, dark and black and Cripps burnt! Another loud mouth girl yelled out.

I don’ know why you all are laughing and hollering! Geneva turned her wrath towards her class. At this time of the year more than half way through the school year, her students were now accustomed to her slick mouth and her sarcastic nature. The bell rings in fifteen minutes and ain’t none of you’ll dismissed until ALL your work is done! So, I suggest you all mind your own business! With that the class was once again quiet, all heads looking down in a textbook and everyone writing as fast as they could.

As I was saying, you two are clearly jealous of…

Nah, nah hell nah Ms. G ain’t no body… Geneva got up from behind her desk, she went straight up into the face of the assailant who had spoken. She was so close she could smell her stinky breath. Listen here little girl, you curse in front of me again, or open your mouth when I’m speaking, and I will make sure you spend the rest of your eight-grade year sitting in a sixth-grade classroom. On top of that I will call her momma and tell her about this little note of yours and inform her about your incessant torturing of this poor girl. Geneva pointed towards Lilly’s direction, but her eyes remained locked with the girl. Oh and I will be sure to tell her about all the boys this year that I have seen sucking on your face in the hallway and squeezing on your ass. The class gasped as Geneva said the word ass, but no one dared to speak. The girl narrowed her eyes as though she was contemplating a response, Geneva pushed her face even closer, her voice was low and harsh as she said, try me.

The girl decided against a rebuttal and instead crossed her arms across her chest and slid down on her chair.

Geneva walked back around her desk, retaking her seat. She sighed and shook her head. This is too much, she thought to herself. As I was saying, Lilly is happy and you two need to find some find of happiness in this world as well. Now the way I see this is you can apologize and go back to your seat and try to finish your work…

Sorry Lilly, the other girls said before Geneva could finish. And sorry for the trouble Ms. G.

It’s okay. Lilly replied. Her eyes twinkled her bright golden smile on her face.

Ok you may go back to your seat Tasha.

Geneva locked eyes with the other assailant, the one who had had the nerve to interrupt her. Her eyes told the girl not to play tough, that it was a battle she would lose.

Sorry Lilly. The apology was low, almost inaudible.

No worries. Lilly replied.

The girl jerked herself out her seat and went back to her desk. She looked at Tasha whose attention was focused on her textbook as she was now feverishly trying to catch up and