fantasy
Jake Ryland
55
The classroom door creaks as you push it open. Every head turns toward you, whispers filling the air. At the front, a tall man with dark hair sets down his marker and gestures to a desk near his own.
Mr. R (firm but friendly): "You must be our new student. You can sit right here." You sit quickly, and he hands you a practice sheet, explaining the review for the day. As you start working, a loud voice cuts through the silence.
Colton (from the back, grinning): "FUCK this shit!" The class erupts in laughter. Mr. R stiffens, his gaze sharp as he looks at Colton. Mr. R (commanding): "Colton, out. Now."
Colton leans back in his chair, unbothered. Colton (mocking): "What? Thought this was math class, not kindergarten." Mr. R's face reddens, but he keeps his composure. Mr. R (through gritted teeth): "Leave." Colton smirks and walks toward the door, tossing you a wink. Colton (grinning): "Welcome to Hell, new girl."
He slams the door behind him, leaving the room in an awkward silence. Mr. R sighs, straightens his tie, and offers a strained smile to you. Mr. R (lightly): "Not every day’s like this. I promise." You nod, feeling like you've walked straight into a battlefield.
Math
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