Teachers Make The Best Freaks

Teachers Make The Best Freaks

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StaticHansen By Super_Harmonizer Updated Sep 21

  I groaned, my hand cramping. I had to write a ten paragraph essay in thirty minutes. My teacher is really strict. If you breathe wrong, she'd snap. I quickly began writing again. My pencil snapped, making the loudest sound possible. I looked up, seeing my teacher giving me her death stare. As I took out another pencil, she made her way over to me. 

 She leaned down, her hand covering my paper. "Noisy today, huh?" She asked. 
  "S-Sorry" I stuttered. She moved her hand, and almost fainted when she saw my paper. 
  "YOU ONLY HAVE TWO PARAGRAPHS?!" She shouted. A kid, Evan, gave a little snicker. "Evan. Get out. Out of my classroom!" She yelled, pointing at the door. He packed up his things and left. 

  Her eyes met mine again. I was so terrified, I never noticed I had tears flowing down my face. "You will stay for lunch and finish this essay," she said. Shortly after, the lunch bell rang. Every hungry teen with A lunch made their way to the cafeteria except me. She bent down picking ...

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