Bates Motel Teacher Novels & Stories

“I would like to introduce her to you. Her name is Mrs. Moturanyo.” A woman stepped in, composed and confident. “Please, ma, you can address the class. I’ll take my leave now.” “Thank you, sir,” she replied politely as Mr. Smith exited. She turned to face the students. “Good day, class.” “Good day, ma,” they replied in unison. “My name is Mrs. Moturanyo, and as you’ve been told, I’ll be your Biology teacher.” Her voice was calm but carried authority. “I expect full cooperation. I don’t tolerate unnecessary trouble.”

he grimly replied as he stared at the castrated genitals of a man inside the box. ∞≠∞ It’s unnerving that a high school teacher took his grade 11 student on a date," Steffy remarked as she played with her juice straw. "And to think that he brought her to a small bar in his boring town. Jeez! What delicious news for the authorities in the Department of Education,” she teased. The teacher rolled his eyes and chuckled as he took a sip from his beer. "You always amuse me, Steffy."

Kai felt a surge of adrenaline as he made a B-line for his target. Poor Jacob. He was going to destroy that pretty-boy face of his. He was almost there, almost had his throat around that poor bastards neck, when he noticed Mr Burton was the teacher on duty today. There was always one teacher guarding the gates, and it was usually doddery old Miss Fisher on a Friday. It was just Kai's luck that the old coot was sick today. Mr Burton gave Kai one of his famous looks.

She recollected how her room looked like at her foster mother's house. She sighed as she sat on the small bed in the room and started thinking about how her life changed so fastly within a day. From been chased to been captured and brought to an unknown place full of werewolves. And almost getting killed. All the thoughts made her feel fatigued, and she laid on her bed. The bed wasn't that floppy, but it was okay with her. Anatalia already left, the moment she sat on her bed. Some hours after Scott left the meeting room, the Beta came to meet him, and they got into an earnest discussion.

They were waiting for their teacher who just walked in. "Settle down class" Mr Bright said making all of them sit on their seats. Christian's eyes went to Babe who's head was still on her desk. He was still concerned about her. He wonders why he cares about his bully that much. "Babe Martins!" Mr Bright called out and Babe sat up. "No sleeping in my class" "Sorry sir" she said. "Alright. Everyone, submit your assignments on Algebra" Mr Bright said and turned to the board and began to write.

5th period – Photo Lab, Room 13 The room smelled like darkroom chemicals and something metallic underneath. Red bulb glowing over the enlargers. Mr. Bathory stood at the whiteboard writing “Expose. Develop. Fix. Repeat.” in perfect cursive. Tall. Pale. Black hair slicked back like he’d stepped out of a 1940s film noir. Rumor said he’d been teaching at Lakeside since the seventies and never aged a day. “Seats, please.” His voice was soft, eastern-European, the kind that made freshman girls clutch their cameras like rosaries.

The first lesson begins. Bella avoided the teacher's gaze, not wanting to be questioned about her bandaged hand. Mrs. Rita is a counseling guidance teacher as well as Bella's homeroom teacher. To be honest, Bella didn't want to deal with her homeroom teacher as much as possible. Not because she is a killer, not even good. Bella called it too sharp, sharp in the sense of feeling. As a counseling teacher, Mrs. Rita's intuition is like reading a person's character. If Bella lingered with Mrs. Rita, she could see through Bella's heart and mind.

This is all so confusing, because if the male teacher wasn’t shown on the video, then how did Jada and the others know that it was that professor who the victim had sex with? Mr. George Wilson. That was the teacher’s name, and it says here that he’s still teaching here and there’s a high possibility that I might even attend his class. I gasped out loud at that fact, because I saw how his subject was Math. God! I hate math, and I already hate our teacher there.

Luca looked at me in confusion before hearing Bates choking over his cereal. "Bates!" He bellowed getting out of the bed, nearly tripping as he struggled to pull on his sweatpants and run at the same time. He slid past me, into the hallway. "You've got ten fucking seconds to explain why the hell you're in my house!" he yelled. I heard the barstool slide backwards. "Not thinking, clearly," Bates said defensively, panic in his voice. "I swear to Betty Crocker I was just trying to see if the scent covering thing worked!"

Chapter 15: Fuck the Talent Show A Low-cut afro. A pair of piercing and scrutinizing blue eyes. A facial expression that made up for his lack of words, and a stance that demanded nothing but respect. Mr. Benedict wasn’t your average drama teacher. Most students wish he’d been the one cut off in order to afford the auditorium instead of the astronomy teacher, when in fact, he was the mastermind behind his sacking. And this auditorium/hall/making out hideaway for the senior students, was his torture chamber. More often than not, he walked and worked with someone who shared the same mindset as him. Basically someone who did the talking for him. This time around, it was…