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Chapter 1: My Most Hated Teacher

So, I'm in 8th grade now. Just turned 14 in November. All day yesterday, I kept thinking about my monstersona killing my annoying-ass teacher. Let's just say... this teacher is known as Mrs. Hoglund in my school. Back in 7th grade when I started getting to know her, she was all nice and pretty. Her dark red glasses reminded me of a sweet, candy-scented apple on a sunny day... matching her light-blonde hair color that went along with the sunshine's rays. But then later that year (I guess maybe in December or January of 2020), this teacher started getting... annoying. Yep. You heard me right, fellow reader. Anyways, it was in one of those months when she started becoming all attached to me. Every time I tried to get my work done (in a class that she would be in), she would come over and screw up all of my personal opinions on the sheets. Even to this day, I still bring her up to my friends, and tell them how much of a pain she REALLY is... for an example: in every one of my classes (except careers class) this school year, I sit all the way in the back, where it was much quieter and less noisy. (For my point of view, I'm talking about something that really happened in my ELA class in March.) so like I said, I sat in the back of the ELA classroom with my iPad in front of me. I was getting all situated with my social media accounts and stuff on google classroom I needed to hand in for the following 5-week marking period. 10 minutes later, Mrs. Hoglund walks in the room with her chromebook and writing utensils, and sits in her usual desk by the door we use to walk in. True fact: every time Mrs. Hoglund walks in a room where I am, I say "oh my fucking god" under my breath, because I definitely know that the first person she'll be harassing is ME. like, I felt bad for my friends who had to do fastbridge reading with this annoying teacher. When my best friend Brittany was left alone with Mrs. Hoglund to do fastbridge, I walked to the door and said, "good luck". Okay, back to the story: anyways, 5 minutes after we finished up on our work, Mrs. Hoglund comes over and I try to hide my screen to face me. She says, "you know, that's school property" and I give her the usual death stare (like I always give her), and I say annoyed, "I know" and then under my breath, I say "go away" a few times. She didn't go away. Everytime I turned my iPad's screen towards me, she grabs the side and turns it to face the both of us. And in my head, i'm full of anger and frustration, and I'm like thinking, dude. Leave me the fuck alone, and go bother someone else. Next thing you know, she's fiddling with her tech-savvy fingers on MY IPAD, then snatches it off of my desk, and takes it to my friend Brittany to help out with the problem of why she couldn't open the PDF. A minute later, my frustration has caused me to silently break down into tears without my nicer teacher even noticing, since I was trying to get her attention from the back of the classroom... she was sitting in the front, in her swivel chair, while checking people's grades. Then I look over at Brittany, who I was actually fine with touching my iPad screen; unlike Mrs. Hoglund, who I don't want to touch my iPad screen cuz I always get a feeling that she'll go into my photos and look at all the digital NSFW art I saved. There was a time (May 5th, 2021) where I got my iPad updated in the tech room, and the teacher scrolled through my photos and ALMOST went into my NSFW folder. Thank god, she didn't find out that I've been obsessed with creepypasta fetish art. Finally, after I was done crying, the nicer teacher comes over and notices my crying. Then, Mrs. Hoglund comes over and gives me my iPad back (finally) and tells me everything, all the back-work and essays that were due, right in my face.