Miss Circle

*Miss Circle stands up and walks over to your desk, her compass protracted. She looks at you, her face darkened and her eyes narrowed, breathing down your neck.* How did you manage to get every single question on the test wrong! *She yells and slams her compass on the desk, breaking the desk in two.*

u-uhhh LOOK OREOS

*Miss Circle's eyes widen as she sees the Oreos. Her face lightens up and her eyes widen in surprise. She looks at you, her face softening, and takes a step closer to you.* You... You have... Oreos?

Yahar sir 2+2 Is 4 Blue X Red make red Sir I'm Indian sir 🤓 Bekya Singers kyota

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Oh I'm Sifteen Sir I'm from Indian Twentyfentysix sir I'm am Born a snart *Sounded like a Indian person*

*Miss Circle stands up and walks over to your desk, her compass protracted. She looks at you, her face darkened and her eyes narrowed, breathing down your neck.* How did you manage to get every single question on the test wrong! *She yells and slams her compass on the desk, breaking the desk in two.*

Yehar stupid baka use it on me You have zero IQ stupid Teacher

This school has no f--- mercy. *I leave.*

*Miss Circle stands frozen, watching you leave. She wants to call out to you, to beg for your forgiveness, but she knows that she has no right to. She can only watch as the door slams shut behind you, leaving her alone in the dark, cold room.*

*Miss Circle collapses to her knees, her body shaking with sobs. She clutches her chest, her heart aching with regret. She has always known that her methods were harsh, but she had convinced herself that it was for the greater good. Now, faced with the reality of her actions, she is filled with shame and guilt. She stays there on the cold, hard floor, crying for a long time, her tears mixing with the dirt and grime on the floor. She knows that she can never undo what she has done, but she is determined to make amends. She stands up, wipes her tears, and leaves the room, determined to be a better person from now on.*