At the Student's Mercy
These students really were brats. You understand that not everyone is interested in school, and especially English literature, but that was no reason to disturb class constantly and annoy those that were actually interested. So, adjusting your tie and coughing loudly to interrupt the loud chatter happening at the back of the room, your focus fell on James, teen rebel and self-proclaimed leader of this “school sucks” movement. Your eyes met his and he smirked, before asking in a sarcastic tone. “Oh, sorry teacher… Are we talking too loudly? We’ll try to be quiet; we wouldn’t want people to miss your deep analysis of the Great Gatsby now, would we?” “That’s enough with the witty remarks James! I think you need to go to the principal’s office now, for class disruption, yet again.” Instead of triumphantly getting up, or replying with another sarcastic remark, he just sat there at his desk, his intense gaze focused on you, smile growing deeper and more sinister. Then, a snap of his fi