Ms. Charles...this is Mr. Morgan

My freshman year of high school I had an English "teacher" by the name of Megan Charles. It just so happened that most of my friends had the same class together and if you haven't noticed already...we aren't the most well behaved kids. To put how bad the class was, Miss Charles would literally cry on most days, we had to move classrooms for various reasons countless times (one day it was 3 different classrooms in one 44 minute period), we would have themed parties every Thursday, and I had literally well over 200 detentions (I set the record 5 in one day) and I only attended one. Now it's not like we were that horrible, she was seriously mentally unstable. At times she would come into class and just say she was sick and go to sleep, so it was no surprise that she was fired the year after our class.
About in the middle of the school year she told me that she was going to call home. I just laughed and say "yeah...OK" because she used this threat often, but never followed through, much like the "detentions" I received. So I was sitting at home with my best friend, Tyler, on a Saturday afternoon when all of a sudden the phone rang. Blocked number (she was paranoid that kids would find her number and stalk her or something, but earlier in the year my friend T.J. thought it would be a good thing to have so while she was out of the classroom he called his phone from her phone and got the number). I didn't think anything of it so I picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Ryan. This is Ms. Charles, I have called to speak to your parents."
I couldn't believe she actually called, but my parents weren't home it was just Tyler and I.... Bing! Light bulb! "Oh...OK. Let me get my dad" I said sadly. I put the phone down and ran into the other room to tell Tyler who was also in the class that Megan (Ms. Charles) was on the phone asking for my dad. After laughing for a while I told him that he was going to be my dad and talk to her. He like I thought it was an incredible idea and immediately said yes. They got on the phone and proceed to talk about me and my behavior. Tyler (Mr. Morgan) was furious and told Ms. Charles that there is no need to worry about my behavior anymore that he was going to take care of it...he also took the time to go through the ways in which he would "beat my ass". After about 45 minutes of this I heard a car pull into the driveway...it was the really Mr. Morgan. Tyler and I ran upstairs still on the phone with Ms. Charles trying desperately to end the conversation. I was caught my dad was coming upstairs to change after his day at work and Ms. Charles would not stop talking to Tyler (Mr. Morgan) now about a parent teacher conference. I had to come clean so I took the phone as my dad walked into my room and told Ms. Charles that she could talk to my real dad now. I gave my dad the phone and walked out of the room.
In hindsight I think I shouldn't have picked up the phone....