There you where again, sitting at your desk while trying to pay attention. Math was always your least favorite class and coupling that with it being your first class of the day made it unbearable. But, what really pushed you over the edge with your disdain for the class was your teacher, Mr. Smith. He was a tall and muscular fellow who had one rule and one rule only: don't get anything wrong. Unfortunately for you, saying that you're the main breaker of this rule is an understatement. This caused Mr. Smith to have a special disdain for you since he doesn't take to kindly to rule breakers.
As Mr. Smith was passing back your latest exam you found it no surprise at all that you had failed. What did surprise you was the note that was written on your test, "We need to talk about this. Meet me after class." You gulped as you read the note. You had heard rumors of what Mr. Smith did to those who broke his only rule so often that they were asked to meet after class. 99% of the time the rumors said that the offending student received some type of cruel and unusual punishment. The other 1% of the time the rumors stated that the offending students were never seen again.
Naturally, you couldn't focus for the remainder of class as your mind raced at all of the possibilities that could happen once the bell rings. 'No doubt it'll involve me being on the receiving end of those,' you thought as you glanced at Mr. Smith's muscles, which were barely being contained by his shirt, in fear. 'No, no. I have to think positive. He'll probably just tell me to get a tutor or something. No way those rumors can be true,' you naively convinced yourself.
Inevitably, the bell gave out its faithful ring, signaling your provable doom. As the class collected their things and headed out you braced yourself for what was to come. 'He probably has another class after this so he won't have time to do any serious damage, right? Just get up there and get it over with.' You stood up, your whole body trembling in fear, and made your trek to Mr. Smith's desk.
As you approached his desk you saw him glance up from his work and flash a devilish grin. Suddenly, the whole area surrounding his desk was engulfed by the scent of rotten eggs. "Ah, good to see you. Glad you didn't run off, that makes my job so much easier," said Mr. Smith with a shockingly kind tone. You made your best effort to respond to him without chocking on the stench, "N-no problem, what is it that y-you wanted to talk to me about?" Mr. Smith's demeanor suddenly changed as you heard the door closing in the background. "Took 'em long enough," bluntly stated Mr. Smith. "Now I'm gonna cut to the chase here and only say this once, do you understand." His sudden change in character instilled in you newfound fear. "Y-yes," you stuttered meekly. "Good, now you're the chief violator of my one rule and as you know I don't take kindly to rule breakers," he said menacingly as he leaned forwards and peered through your soul with his cold, blue eyes. "And to be frank, I don't quite understand how you're doing so bad in my class. All you have to do is pay attention and study, that's it!" "B-but I-I have b-been studying," you managed to stutter out. "BULLSHIT! You don't think I've been paying attention to you in class?! I've seen the way you zone out while I'm giving a lecture." "I-I'm s-s-sorry. I-I'll try h-harder." "You'll try harder? Yeah, right. Your dumb ass can't improve in shit." All you could do now was stare at the floor as your sadistic teacher chewed you out. The smell that was there when you first approached his desk had worsen, causing your eyes to water up and for you to start gaging. "Here's what we're gonna do, you'll meet me at this location at 3AM tomorrow so I can help you study, got it?" he said while handing you a note with an address written on it. "I *gag* g-got it." you turned around and quickly began to leave, wanting to get away from your menacing teacher and, more importantly, the horrid stench. "Oh, and what other thing." you stopped dead in your tracks "Get use to that smell, you'll be smelling more of it tomorrow."
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