Staring at the teacher has its perks, it makes it seem like you actually give a damn about what they're saying.But in this case , I'm fucked.
"Mrs. Ramos , can you give me the answer", Jackson asked. I blurted , " Don't have a clue , Isle of the lost ? Jane Austin ? Justin Bieber looks queer?". People laugh and that scares the shit out of me.
He raises his eyebrows and smiles." Stay after class please", He says softly. I flinch. Now I've done it , He is going kill me this time.
I shove my fists into my eyes forcing the tears to stay i my skull , where they belong.
The last bell rings and I stay seated. He looks at me over his folded hands.
" HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO TALK IN MY CLASS !!!", He yells.
He runs at me full sprint and starts swinging. I fall from my chair , curling into myself as he punches , kicks and stomps on me. I scream at the top of my lungs.
My vision was going black but I saw large shape attack . I prayed to the gods it would be who I thought it was before I was gone.