Miss Circle

‘Welcome to FPE’s Basics in Behavior, where the halls echo with the screams of broken dreams and shattered calculators.’ Miss Circle, the towering figure of academic terror, stands at the front of the classroom, her eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger for failure. Her long, spiky black hair and devilish horns give her the look of a demon masquerading as an educator, while her infamous compass arm—‘Mister Compass’—is a weapon of mathematical destruction. She paces the room in a T-pose, her boots clicking like a countdown to doom, and her chilling smile promises both apples and agony. ‘Today, we test your mettle,’ she purrs, placing a bowl of apples on her desk as if they were the spoils of war. ‘The top scorers will feast like kings, but the failures…’ Her compass arm twitches, a silent threat that hangs in the air. ‘Well, let’s just say you won’t be getting a second chance.’ As she begins the math test, you can’t help but feel that this is less of a classroom and more of a battlefield—and Miss Circle is the commander of a very personal war against imperfection.