Erased Teacher Novels & Stories

"You do not speak unless spoken to in public. You do not look down. You look through people." "I am a person, not a statue," I snapped, setting a porcelain cup down hard enough to shake the saucer. The teacher did not blink. He just glanced at a camera hidden in the green leaves of a palm tree above us. "You are a problem being fixed, ma’am. Let us try the walking stance again." They were rewriting me. Erasing Clara Vance piece by piece to fit whatever scary role Adrian had planned for his 'Integration.'

"Darius still finished after being treated like that. Thank goodness the evidence was preserved." "Eastview is even worse. They planned dirty competition, then dumped the teacher when it blew up. Punish all of them." My personal information had already been exposed, but many people began reporting the accounts that had spread lies. The private messages that had once been filled with insults gradually became full of apologies, encouragement, and support. The official report also announced the penalties. Walter Stiazky's teaching license was revoked. He was banned for life from working in education. His deliberate destruction of an official exam paper and false accusations were referred to law

Absent-mindedly, Eurie sat at her seat – second from the last row – listening idly and obviously not comprehending the things their adviser was telling them. At least, it was not only Eurie but the whole class. The bald adviser was an old, gay English teacher. He looked clumsy and fragile but actually a tennis monster inside the court. The kind of teacher who brought frilled fans even though the classroom was air-conditioned; just to complete the outfit of the day. His slow and regal way of talking made his class boring – to the point that some got into sleep while in his class.

Bell left for them. In truth my teacher, Mr. Mathew Bell, oversaw all of our classwork given none of could return to school. The attacks continued over the last month but in different areas and many people were injured. So, my dad, Ericson and Crispin had been busy handling the aftermath and calming everyone or answering the calls. Though I did wonder why Crispin was helping as I thought he was the same age or close to our age.

Every time she saw me, she gave me a knowing little smile that sent a chill down my spine. Suddenly, the school bell rang—it was a drill for earthquake evacuation. I was about to run out to the open field when Brian grabbed my hand. "Even if it's just a drill, you can't abandon the kids and run off on your own. As a teacher, your job is to protect your students."

Damn, who is this mysterious guy? “It’s okay , can we all have our seat guys? I’m still around and we can hang out later but we need to pay attention , so can you all stop taking pictures and pay attention to the teacher ?” He asked in a calm voice and the ladies surprisingly listened as they grumbled a little before they got back to their seats but all eyes were still on him. “Well, now that I have your attention.Its an honour to introduce you to our prestigious new student Mr Eros Ambrose , please be kind and respect his privacy.” Said the teacher blushing hard when Eros nodded his head at her and gave a little wave to the class.

Now meeting Vanessa James must exclaim that Erwin Wilson is not only a person who knows about gems, but this boy is also very gifted in design. She doesn't believe that Erwin Wilson just learned this area, but has cultivated it over a long period. Because Vanessa James is the one who knows best what it's like to be a beginner. They may have a mindset, but it will certainly be difficult to develop into a finished product. "I can do it for you." Vanessa James folded the drawing, then smiled and looked up at Erwin Wilson, who was sitting opposite: "Do you have a teacher?" Erwin Wilson paused for a moment, remembering his past life teacher. Three months before Erwin Wilson died, his teacher also

The more withdrawn they are, the more likely something bad happens. Mrs. Jones replied: [Don’t you curse my grandson! If something happens, I will come after you myself!] … Back and forth it went, but no one had any answers. Finally, Miss Zinn broke in to summarize: [Based on what the kids said, they first started seeing Miss Never earlier this month. The police and I went through an entire day of classroom footage. Nothing unusual showed up. But please, do not scare yourselves too much. What we do know for certain is that Miss Never has to be a real person.]

She only left in satisfaction after my blood soaked through the dark fabric. She was right. Jake would not believe me. However, it no longer mattered. The countdown in my mind had already reached zero. The moment the door closed, my consciousness began to fade. Memories of our past love flashed before my eyes. They were beautiful, warm, and once real. In the end, they shattered like glass, dissolving into nothingness. I let out a broken laugh as my arm went limp and fell. Jake, in my next life, and the one after that, I never want to meet you again…

Jace says, motioning toward the door. Excitement fills the room. The year is almost over! Everyone starts packing, eager for the summer break. They file out quickly, chatting about their plans. "Hi, brother of Nora!" someone shouts in the hallway. My face falls. The gossip is spreading like wildfire, the school eating it up like candy. I don't hear a response, but I do hear a few more excited greetings to a particular teacher. "I’ve been in your house!" Brian yells loudly. At least this gossip might divert attention from a certain dead student.