The Class, The Teacher
A class of exactly 30 students. In the very back corner I always sit, and I keep to myself; it's a really nice class except for one little thing, the teacher.
"HEY!" he shouts. Even my mind begins to sweat as he opens his big, bulgy eyes and scans the room. This ain't gonna be pretty, I tell ya.
There must have been a plague going around our class today, I swear. Teacher hands us all a timed quiz involving writing our own short stories and everyone freaks out and gets writer's block. Teacher doesn't like it when we can't be creative you see- we always say he was built that way.
Four minutes in, can't think of anything. It doesn't help that teacher seems to be getting less and less patient with the class. Nobody seems to be able to move their pencils, after all! I don't know about you, but when a teacher's staring directly at you during a quiz, it's very difficult to come up with anything. We all know the punishment for not turning anything in, and we didn't want that. You don't even understand, we DEFINITELY didn't want THAT.
I spotted Jonathan begin to move his pencil back and forth in a writing motion, but I knew he wasn't actually writing. That trick isn't gonna fool teacher, Jon. The kid was doomed, there was nothing left for him here. Something in teacher's possession began to beep loudly as his eyes fixated on Jonathan and the random scribbles on his page. You could see Jon's sweat all the way from New Zealand, I swear.
"S...sorry, teacher!" he screamed, but it was way too late. Teacher's hand whirred loudly and moments later a tiny rocket had coursed its way from his hand to Jon's stomach. BIG BOOM. I could see Cindy in the seat directly behind Jon's covered in gunpowder and crazy amounts of blood. I guess I don't have to say that she was screaming loudly, do I?
In the other side of the front row, Takane couldn't stop laughing. "Aw man, that was priceless! Jon actually thought THAT would fool the teacher?! Look what happened, you stupid bugger!"
Bad, BAD idea, Takane. Hopefully you've written your last will and everything. I could already see teacher's red laser scan his general area. Teacher's long arms stretched out and grasped Takane by his chest. Still laughing, he was quickly suplexed out the third story classroom window at lightning fast speeds. Needless to say, he wasn't going to finish the quiz.
Now, what happens next was really weird. Okay, so things were already weird as hell, but in my situation is was quite strange. Will took a glance at Takane mid-flight, and hardcore facepalmed. Teacher goes berserk and starts flailing his arms around everywhere. Tables fly, sharp objects rocket around, and all I can hear is loud alarms going off from teacher's direction. I quickly get up, and while dodging tables and missile pencils, begin writing this story. Who knows? If I get blown into a million pieces or bazooka'd out of a window, it'd make a good last note. Y'know, given it doesn't disintegrate in all this madness.
There! Write down my name and date- can NEVER, EVER forget that. I cautiously make my way to the berserk-mode teacher and feed the finished quiz into his chest plate. Immediately the insanity comes to a halt and teacher's head lights up green and dings. The quiz comes back out with a few engraved marking on it reading: "A-minus. Decent plot but felt a little rushed, beware of run-on sentences."
OH DAMMIT, A-MINUS?! WHAT THE HELL AM I GONNA TELL MY PARENTS?
-Thomas, College Writing Class 0995, September 20, 2011-