"Wrong."
The wooden stick came slamming down upon the desk again and I internally cringed. One more Time and I was about to show her what is wrong.
"There are no stupid answers in this classroom. Come on students." Her sharp voice quipped. Her hazel eyes hunted over the students one by one. As she passed each one I could see a gravestone grow from their desks and they became transparent. Their bodies growing stiff and wooden and they all looked.. the same. They looked like tiny broken puppet ghosts haunting their gravestone desks waiting desperately for the period to end so they could haunt the next class. The teacher began to make her way back up to the front of class. Her tight bun situated at the back of her head seamed to be the sole worker for pulling her wrinkles back. Her Gray dress and even grayer shoes that were flat and boring clicked loudly in the silence. She turned back around and puckered her deep red lips in disgust. Her eyes roving the classroom again.
"You."
I was who she was pointing at with the end of that terrifying cane. I could already see the headstone peaking from the top of my desk, my limbs stiffen and become slightly see through.
"Oh for goodness sakes. This is an English class! Say something fool!" She clipped.
My mind was swimming. I started down at the text in front of me hoping the answer would jump out at me and just kill me. I suddenly had a brilliant idea. It was an ENGLISH class. So I could be as creative with the answer as I wished. I felt my limbs loosen at the idea but my throat tighten at the same time. Breathe dude. Breathe. I opened my mouth and the answers just flowed out like a massive cascading River roaring like along the mountains of back home. Once I was finished I seen the teachers face had changed. It was impassive now. Like she was thinking instead of disgusted.
"Wrong."
All the energy I had for actually getting up to say such an answer was immediately disregarded. I felt my joints became stiff again and I greeted my tombstone. My limbs became transparent again. The cane came down again as the next victim was felled. All we ever are in this school is wrong. When will someone get something right? When will this school stop being such a creative cemetery.