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"So yes. I sent it.” She turned to face Mr. Santos. "These are children we're supposed to protect. When they do something wrong, we correct them. We don't enable abuse because their parents are wealthy.” Several teachers nodded. But none spoke up. They were too afraid. "I told you to stop obsessing over that mute kid!" Mr. Santos's face went red. "How dare you lecture me? How dare you betray this school?” "You're fired. Effective immediately." He jabbed a finger at her. "And you won't see a cent of severance. Get out.”

" The teacher erased the problem and called Ganice knowing she won't be able to solve it. But Ganice calmly got up. She reached to the board and picked the board marker as she starting solving the problem. In three minutes, she finished the equation while the teacher was standing stunned at her place. He did not know what to say or do as Ganice walked towards her seat. She sat down and again start looking aout of the window. Solan could only sigh seeing the embarrassed face of the tecaher. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

he presses remind away the existence of the woman who immediately ran out of words. Reya nodded in resignation, she returned with his bag and then immediately came out of the classroom. However, while she was still outside the door she heard someone speaking while standing. "I will also be out of your lessons sir!" said Eric, who made everyone stare at him in surprise. The teacher smiled mockingly at the attitude of his student. "Are you willing to leave lessons to be with a girl who doesn't even know manners, Eric?" he said incredulously, pointing at Reya who felt embarrassed.

God, it's going to be a wild fire. “ Well, for now it is between the student and the teacher. No other third party needed, except we have to announce it to the school.” She says, pushing up her glasses from her straight nose. I raise my brow at the teacher, the way she says it to Scarlet it’s a bit too plain. Scarlet is smart and she can easily find out what she is talking about. “ Oh.. Alright then.” She says reluctant, and takes her eyes back to me. “ Goodbye then.” She tells me, my lung deflated as she finally surrender with no further questions.

A music teacher had committed suicide in there by driving a silver stake through her heart, around the 1800s. I shut the door behind me and then email a backup of the files to my computer and to Wilma, just in case. Coercing a deal out of the boys with the proof I have will be easy peasy, but one can never be too cautious. I text Abraham, Luke, and Garret the files concerning each party, along with a kissy face and the message; ‘Freshman math classroom. Five minutes.’ And then I sit cross-legged on the teacher’s desk and wait.

Hours went by, and finally it was time for English language class, Miss Esther (Youth corper) came in wearing her NYSCE uniform. We all stood up and greeted her. She greeted us back then started her teaching… Half way through her class though she stopped teaching to talk to me. “Chris, I am truly sorry I know you must be hurting a lot right now, I want you to know that if you ever need anything or want to talk to someone I am here for you, alright?" I was like this has been two weeks already, why will I still be hurting from the cane and punishment? This is strange.

“Footage scrambled. Teacher access revoked. Student records wiped. You’ve got 24 hours.” "You realize if I fail, the school burns from the inside out?" he said mildly, as if discussing dinner plans. She shrugged. “Then you fail.” The temperature in the room dipped. Xavier cracked his knuckles, pulled out a phone. "Alright," he muttered. “Let’s play.”

Then a dawning, staggering, horrifying understanding. Kieran’s form begins to fade, not with a snap, but like a morning mist yielding to the sun. His work here is done. He leaves us with the truth hanging between us, a new, terrifying foundation for our lives. We are not victims. We are students. We are loved. And our teacher is finally, truly, gone.

“At first, no one considered it to be anything. Life went on after that, and I even forgot about the incident, but that was until the death of another teacher.” “Another professor?” I questioned, frowning at that. “When did that happen?”. “A month before our graduation. That was our physical and health teacher. Fred has always been in poor health. He's unlike us and was always exempted from physical education. However, on that day, the teacher was having a bad day so he ordered him to run the track. He almost died and —” “That's so harsh!” I interrupted, placing my hand over my chest.

The principal finally lost his patience, roaring. "You're teachers, yet you were so blind and narrow-minded. You tried to tear down two young geniuses and nearly destroyed this school's future! How dare you stand here and claim credit? Starting today, you are both relieved of your positions, one as honors class homeroom teacher and the other as grade level coordinator! I will also report your conduct to the education department in full!" Ms. Dawson and Mr. Ward went weak in the knees and nearly collapsed. I poured oil into the fire by reminding them, "Don't forget to replace our phones. You smashed both of them."