Annoying Teacher Novels & Stories

They laughed " Huh? Douchebag." " What are you doing, kids?" The teacher came in " Trying to harmonize!" She said smiling " What's the problem kids?" He asked " He was annoying me." " She was annoying me." We said together " She's lying." " I am not!" " You hit me with balls!" " I have none with me and you are pointing one at me!" She smirked evilly at me " You, silly!" " You, stupid!"

"You can't just fire me, Sir Berlouz! It's her fault in the first place---" "Bitch, who told you to fucking talk back? Did I give you the power?" He stood up before dragging the teacher out. She fell on the floor. I covered my mouth in so much shock. Why did he do that to her!? "I don't want to see your face ever again. You can't be a teacher, you fucking bitch, if you treat every students the way you treat her. You should be at least thankful she attends your boring class. You're so boring that I choose to sleep the rest of your time because YOU.ARE.BORING. And USELESS. What a waste of education. You don't deserve to be here in my school. Fucking bitch." He shut the door close right after h

The moment we sat on our seats, I saw Arnold peering at us, but I rolled my eyes and turned away from him. The teacher clapped his hand and all of us faced him. “Attention students,” he called. “What did he want to say? Who was in trouble now?” A student whispered to another. Who lifted his head and looked in our direction. “Who else, if not the most popular in school?” I rolled my eyes and ignored them. “Students, I am here to announce the move of a student of this class.” “WHO?” Questions flew in the air and it just annoyed me. Why aren’t they patient enough to let the teacher disclose everything?

Kian Jones "Now, does everybody understand?" our fifth-grade teacher, Miss Halloway, asked, searching among the class. "Yes, miss," we all answered in unison, mumbling in an unenthusiastic drawl. She cupped her hand around her ear, displeased by our response. "I'm sorry, what was that? Repeat it so I know you've learned something." There was huffing and groaning from the class, but I remained silent. My teacher's eyes were on me the whole time, and I was embarrassed about that.

Noah. "Mr Bricks, please can you come forward and solve the equation on the board?" The maths teacher called from the front of the classroom. It was a really young woman maybe in her early thirties. She had a stern look on her face with freckles just beneath her glasses. She wore a black fitted skirt and black flats. Being called to the board to solve equations was the most annoying thing ever. It was like the teacher knew you couldn't do it but they just have the urge to embarrass students.

I couldn't stand that situation and got up from my chair, and vented all the anger and stress I felt against that woman. "You are the worst teacher in this university, you have the most basic and stupid methods to teach. You just copy and paste what you see in a damn book. I hope she fails her fucking class!" I walked out of the classroom totally pissed off, I couldn't stand anything, or anyone. Even though every single person was staring at me at that moment. I hated being the center of attention of all the people in college, a guy harassed by men and women, for being an alpha and for my physical appearance. Even the teacher I insulted a few minutes ago once approached me to ask me out. She

Oh yeah, I almost forgot that bad boy side of him. "What did you do know?" I asked, taking a seat on the same row but three desks away from him. I didn't want to be too close to him. I might do something insanely stupid. "Teachers are just idiots. They take everything way to seriously." He ignored my question, but gave me a hint that it was a negative attitude with a teacher. "Tell me about it." I muttered with an eye roll. "Tyler Evans." An old small teacher came walking in the classroom. "Why am I not surprised to see you here?" She shook her head disapprovingly but still had a smile on her face.

I just can't go long enough without punching someone or I'll go mad. "Are you with us Mr. Dasilva?" The math teacher is looking at me behind his glasses with a look of disapproval on his face. Another thing I hate about school is annoying teachers like this one who always think that students who don't interact in their class are either dumb or troublemakers. "Yeah," I answer without bothering to look up. My head is resting on my forearm. My hood is pulled over my head to black out the morning light coming from the window next to me.

The teacher looked up at us. “Miss Rivero, Mr. Thor, is there something that you would like to share with the rest of the class?” She said eyeballing us down, with a very serious voice. “Um, no I don’t think so.” I gave her a reassuring look but said it very snotty to her. I knew I was not going to like this teacher. She seems very stuck up. She looked at Thor, but he just shook his head no, instead of saying anything. The teacher went back to the whiteboard. My phone started ringing. I knew it was Thor because I set a certain ringtone for him. The teacher turned around and walked up to my desk. She looked really annoyed.

Zeyn came from behind Allena, then immediately teased her. "Not your business!" He said sarcastically. "Allena, a man will not hurt the woman he loves, no matter how angry he is." "Not your business!" Allena said again. "None of my business? You forgot this is the school area, and I am your teacher, so this is none of my business." "Should the teacher interfere with the student's problems?" Sarcasm, Allena quipped. Mr. Zeyn was silent at the question. "You are indeed my teacher, but you have no right to interfere in my personal affairs!" After saying that, Allena immediately rushed away from there. She did not linger with an annoying man like Zeyn.