With the actions you've just committed you were fairly certain your days at school were over with. She scowled and shook her head menacingly at you before glancing at the clock that hung on the wall, piercing the deathly silence that stood between you and her. 3:30 pm, time flew by as you rarely held eye-contact with Ms. Neath.
Teachers and students a like left the school desolate and she stood there in the sams spot, not moving an inch through the hours upon hours of stillness.
Abruptly, she moved towards you, making you flinch in fear of her imposing demeanour. She stops with her face less than an inch away from yours. In that rushed experience the words you heard were
"Drop"
Immedietely your world became black, darkness, void, a backseat to your own conscious self.
"How pathetic, though I shouldn't of expected more from a worm such as yourself. So weak minded"
These words echoed through your head like reblumds of a drum. Weak. Pathetic. Worm.
"I suppose whilst everyone is gone i might aswell have a little fun to myself, what do you say? Oh, i forgot"
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