Crossing the Line {1/2}

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"Now class, i am assigning homework because all you have to do is just do what Ms. Hayden had just said. But if your weren't listening," she starred at Blake coldly; Blake still looking out the window, "Then it is your loss."

The class groaned and a few boys in the back swore under their breath. The teacher snapped her fingers once, snapping out, "SILENCE! I will not have that language in my class boys!" She starred coldly at Blake again.

Blake's teacher, Eddie Fought, had said on their first day of 8th grade that: "In math class (Pre-Algebra) you will be trialed with the best and hardest math problems. Work hard and study and you might succeed; if not... the consequences will be server. Failing grades will not be tolerated in my class. Everyday you will receive homework. Any late papers and there will be 'HELL' to pay (detention). Welcome to the 8th grade and i hope you enjoy your year."

That semi-speech was painted in the back of the classroom.

Everyone in the classroom could see tons of things wrong with that speech. For example:
-In math class (Pre-Algebra) you will be trialed with the best and hardest math problems. "Oh Crap!"
-Work hard and study and you might succeed; if not... the consequences will be server. "Might?"
-Any late papers and there will be 'HELL' to pay (detention). "This teacher must be the Devil!"
-Everyday you will receive homework. "Like we need homework every screwed up day of our life!"
-Welcome to the 8th grade and i hope you enjoy your year. "She must be joking?!"

Blake finally took his eyes away from the bird outside, starring down at his watch. The second-hand seemed to grow slower every tick...tock. Thirty-five minutes were still left of class.
There was some talking in the background but Blake really did pay attention, "Okay class, if... Mr. O'Brian knows the answer the question then i won't give out homework." said Mrs. Fought.

Blake snapped his head up, putting on a face like a curious puppy examining a new chew toy. A kid in the back whispered, "No! Anyone but Blake!"

"Well Mr. O'Brian? What is the answer?"

"Twenty-gon? That would be," Blake quickly did the math, "3240 degrees! Am i right?" He announced to the classroom, not making eye contact with anyone but watching the bird; which was again eating another worm.

A few of the kids started whispering excitedly and then a boy in the back stood up said stupidly, "Ya! No homework!"
The kids in the classroom chortled but they all faltered as Mrs. Fought looked angrily at the boy.
"Sit your ass down Mr. Thomas!"

That was one of the scary things about Mrs. Fought, she would cuss at the class or a student and she to intimidating that no one would report her, not even the own staff. She seemed like one of those people who would slit your throats in your sleep or enter your dreams.

.... Stayed tuned!

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