Stern Teacher Novels & Stories

I didn’t get flustered. “It must have skipped your mind sir” I answered The students stared in awe and some made an ‘oohh’ sound. “Well it didn’t, I got the call abruptly” he frowned “Miss Sterling is a new student for this class and she’ll be attending this class with her childhood friend, Mr Elroy Vans” he stated I wasn’t sure if it was to make me feel bad or just his way of being himself, a prickly geezer. “But I never got a request for th..”

Samael walks over to the middle of the classroom. He is speaking animatedly, introducing himself as the new math teacher and blabbering about today's schedule. I'm flabbergasted. All I can do is stare at him. I knew he was older than me, but a teacher? What the actual fork—the guy was flirting with me!

“How’s the new professor?” I groaned and rubbed my temples. “Awful so far. Professor Stevens is old, stuffy, and a complete stickler for the rules. Her lectures are long and boring, and I swear she’s trying to kill her students with work.” “That bad, huh?” Tina winced sympathetically as she took a bite of her chicken salad sandwich.

"Stacy... Stacy Chen, your teacher has already started teaching you these things?" Benedict shook his head. "Teacher wouldn't teach these things. Isn't one plus one equal to one? They're treating us like fools. It's all for the sake of mommy's safety. I don't want to go to this pre-school class. It's just a waste of time." Angela was even more confused. "The teacher didn't even teach him how to master it. Is he self-taught?" This was too amazing. "Qin Stacy, why don't we call you Aunt Erica like this?" Benedict's eyes were wide open, and his delicate and tender face was especially serious at this moment. He was looking forward to Angela's reply.

Mason agreed and we walked together down the echoing hallways and up a flight of winding stairs until we reached the lecture room for English History. Mister Stan Alto was standing at the front of the room, an irritated look etched onto his aging face. He started teaching at Fairston Academy a couple of years ago, but he was downright rotten to his students. He exploited everyone and tried to make them feel as stupid and belittled as possible. Not to mention, he was in love with history, so when students fell distracted or simply didn't care, he got very angry.

I announced proudly. “Aren’t you cool?” He nudged my shoulder and I stuck my tongue out at him in response. We arrived at the school and I accidentally ran into someone. “Oh sorry,” I said. “No worries miss.” He said before walking off. I looked to Brent, and he said that was Mr. Star, the theatre teacher. He was pretty cute for a teacher; I’m going to try my best not to have a crush on him. Brent pointed out different people as we walked through the halls. Then that’s Damien, the less handsome version of me.” He pointed at another guy who looked similar but without the lip ring.

“Though not as much as you two.” “Excuse me?” Greg asked as he raised his eyebrow at the younger girl. The day was warm but had a breeze that was ruffling through his hair and made Kristen's whip up every now and again though he would pat it back down without a thought. It didn’t have the overwhelming humidity or the excess heat like most days where everyone tried to get things done in the morning, so by the afternoon, they were not all dying of the excess heat that seemed to be surrounding them. “I mean a teacher and student out together and all.” Steffi said with a smile, “I could forget I saw this if I don’t know you came over to my house for a bit or something. Maybe tutor me on some hea