She recited Lady Macbeth's words with the arrogance of a god. The complex english twisted through her thin lips. I tried not to look at her. Looking at her would only catch her extremely unwanted attention. I focused on writing. Writing would make her leave me alone.
I felt her heated gaze pull over me. My location: discovered. She paused her reading and slowly turned to me.
"Mister Govender, why are you sitting on the side when I specifically told you to sit in the middle," she said, her voice glazed with her superiority. "I am left handed ma'am. If i sit in the middle I bump whoever is to my left," I replied. I tried to keep my voice level, but my annoyance had shone through. A smug smile tugged her lips. "Are you sure you're left handed," she asked. Her tone suggested a joke, the joke clearly being me. I omitted all my emotions of disbelief, at her question's stupidity, into my next words.
"Yes."
"Okay," her tone was annoyingly light.
The lesson went on. She ignored me throughout. Her rare glances showed clear disbelief in my dexterity.
When the lesson came to an end, she declared our release only 5 minutes after the appointed time. But, as I was walking past the white board, she called my name. "Please wait, just a moment." As I positioned myself where I could both appear obedient and leave as soon as possible; she watched the other students leave. I brought out a pencil from my blazer pocket to fidget with.
When the classroom was empty, she began.
"Tobias, you need to work harder. Your marks are in the 80s but I know you can do better. You need to pay attention in my class, stop talking to Mark and sit where I tell you to sit," she said. "Ma'am, I am left handed. I can't sit between two people, because I will bump the person to my left while they write," I replied. She sighed as if I was the one being ridiculous. "Why didn't you tell me this from the beginning?" "I tried but you wouldn't listen," my impatience was forcing anger into my tone. "Are you sure you're left handed? Because I don't think you are."
That was it.
I looked up at her and let my eyes burn with anger. Held my pencil with the sharp end pointed towards her. "Yes, ma'am." I thrust the pencil up, and into her jugular vein. Blood spat onto my hand. She let out a scream and fell to the ground. I pulled my left, bloody hand away from her dying body.
"Im definitely left handed."
This one is weird but it's for Bee_The_Deity
