“I never said that!” I shouted across the table, which at that point, Ms. Jamison had given up, sitting back in her chair and watching the argument as if it was a tennis game. “Yes you did! I heard you!” Morgan hollered back, blowing her long hair out of her face. Her short, stalky figure stood in a frustrated stance, with her hands on her hips, leaning over the table a bit. I couldn’t believe it. How could she be this naive to believe something a few 5th grade girls had told her. “Well, Morgan, hate to burst your bubble, but those girls told me that Beyoncé married Justin Bieber yesterday, so I really wouldn’t believe what they say.” Morgan’s face softened a little, like she wanted to start laughing, but she stood her ground, and kept looking like an angry monkey. And to be honest, I’m not sure why I told her that. “You look like an angry monkey.” Her face turned tomato red as her hands became fists. “What did you say to me?” At this point, her teeth were gritted and she looked like she was going to explode. “Angry monkey!” I yelled, and took a step away from the table, knowing very much that she was going to lunge. She did. I didn’t step away far enough.