The Evil Teacher

A Story by BenXx

a lil short story i did for english class quite a while back now...jus a lil somethin..

The Evil Teacher

I felt my blood freeze in my veins. I could not believe it. He had arrived! The new tall, angry, fearsome English teacher. Everyone in class was shaking in fear. The new English teacher had an appalling appearance. As he stepped into the room, we gave birth to a deep silence. It was too silent, we could hear another teacher on the floor above us. He had dark soul piercing eyes which from a distance actually looked red. The teacher stood completely still, sensing every movement in the room. From his eyes you could see he was lurking for an opportunity to scare a student. He got one. The youngest classmate, Jeffrey, dropped his pencil by accident. The teacher was so angry, he yelled at Jeff with all his might… so it seemed. As he shouted, he coined so many new words I had no idea what they meant. The scene was lugubrious. He shouted so loud I was almost certain I could see the sound waves bursting out of his mouth. The next second, he changed back to the serious, tall, angry monster he was.

The next minute, the mysterious teacher had walked towards another classmate of mine, Robert. The teacher stood in front of him with his red dark soul piercing eyes and stared at him, then, suddenly, he asked Rob if he had his text book. Rob was about to cry. I had to do something, and so I did. I pretended to cough. The teacher glanced at me with a grumpy and extremely angry face. Rob’s best friend, Peter, was next to him and at the same time, Peter passed him his own textbook. He passed it so fast, no-one would have noticed if they had blinked. The teacher looked back at Rob and saw the textbook on his desk. Rob looked like a responsible student by subterfuge. The teacher actually growled at Rob, then headed to the front of the class. Peter had successfully saved Rob and they both bestowed on me the greatest smile.

After ten to twenty minutes of silence, the new tall, angry, fearsome monstrous english teacher, glanced at each and everyone of us with his dark soul piercing eyes, acknowledging all of our worst fears. As he glanced at me, pierced my soul, acknowledging my thoughts AND fears, he handed me a sheet of paper and said he wanted me to write about myself. Simple things such as my name, age, family, interests and passions. What did he really want to know? More thoughts? My feelings? My weaknesses? The terrifying thought lingered in my mind. I was so afraid I was about to scream out of desperation. Then I saw he was handing everyone a sheet of paper with the same requests. I found solace in the thought that if he did plan something evil, I would not be the only doomed being. That I might be with my friends when my last breath took me away. Maybe I was exaggerating too much. The teacher, as unpredictable as he was, stood up in front and introduced himself, wrote his name on the board and said: “My name is Mr. Loveland.”