“What do you think you’re doing, running out of my classroom like that?” Mr Sanders ranted as a bewildered Vicki stood back to embrace the decibels.
As we walked up to the door, I felt that we should have remained in the cupboard instead of going back to class.
The anger instilled in Mr Sanders by Vicki’s sudden and abrupt exit was something that I did not want to endure today.
His face was a deep shade of red, as his rage escalated, and he continued to shout. “I am responsible for your wellbeing during my lesson. If something bad happened to you, I would be responsible” he fulminated as the teachers in the surrounding classrooms began to look through the windows in the doors to see what was going on.
I felt surrounded. All I wanted to do was run into the classroom – but soon noticed that my class mates were also peering through the window at the argument in the corridor.
“Do you not have anything to say for yourself, Vicki?” he pressed aggressively. I was beginning to see another side to Mr Sanders – a malicious and angered person.
Whatever had happened to him, he must have been really hurt by it.
Vicki stood in front of him, as he towered over her. She seemed to lean back in vulnerability with wide eyes as he continued to spit in rage.
As her silence continued, he seethed, “get back into the class room. We’ll discuss this later, in detention.”
Vicki sighed deeply upon her re-entry into the room. I knew that she would much rather do the detentions with Mr Haner than Mr Sanders.
I glanced at the clock above the door way at the end of the corridor – there was only five minutes before the end of the lesson.
What was the point of even going back to class? I thought to myself as I noticed the glare I was receiving from Mr Sanders.
He raised an eyebrow at me, as he stared as though he hated me with a burning passion.
“Miss Sutherland, would you care to tell me where exactly you were all lesson?” he demanded to know, hostilely.
“She was with me” Jenna began sternly as she stood her ground. “You are her mentor; you of all people should know what she’s going through at home. Have some compassion.”
“And, you are?” Mr Sanders questioned as I stood back in amazement at Jenna’s outburst.
She had never spoken to anyone like that before – let alone a teacher as intimidating as Mr Sanders.
“Jenna Armstrong” she defended proudly. “I’m one of your students – I only just got back from my vacation.”
He raised another eyebrow and his facial expression was peppered with bemusement.
He let out a drawn sigh. “Just get into the room, girls.” I noticed that his deep shade of red had returned, but not because he was angry, but because it seemed that my friends and I had completely embarrassed him in front of his colleagues who were all peering through the windows.
I actually felt a little proud at myself for doing so.
We walked in as I gathered my belongings and Jenna stood at the back of the room, she seemed a little lost.
Mr Sanders passively directed her to a chair, by itself, in the far corner of the room. “Next lesson you and Charlotte can trade seats,” he said nonchalantly, trying to annoy me.
“I think it’s better that she is unable to distract her peers.”
Refusing to give him the satisfaction of my annoyance, I did and said nothing. I merely bent down to pick up my bag from the dirty floor.
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Far From The World Of You And I (Student/teacher)Fanfiction
Subsequent to the events of the last school day, Charlotte and Vicki are on permanent detention for the first semester. Things are no better as Vicki becomes romantically involved with the music teacher. Charlotte too aquires some unwanted attention...