Revenge on the Teacher Who Ruined Me

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower.

He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom.

I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker".