Listen, I'm a good student. Right? I get good grades, right? And I've never disobeyed my teacher... but one day, I became... a not-so-good girl.
There he stood, in this 30-student class, a young boy, a crybaby. Thomas Brookie. Thomas was not new to not getting his way, and whenever that happened, he cried. He was not the boy anyone wanted to be friends with. And, being honest, he wasn't very fun, so they were right to not like him.
But, hey, I'm a good student, why don't I talk to him? Maybe I can clear up some negativity going on in his head, y'know? People always make fun of him, so I can try to ease his empty stupid head.
So, today in class, I walked over to his table to sit, instead of with the people I usually do. "Oh, hi, Thomas!" He just stared at me as if he had never seen a girl before. To be honest, I wouldn't doubt it. But regardless, I sat down.
Thomas started picking his nose. Ew. But I quickly forgot about that when my teacher passed out our work, which was a simple word search.
I inspected my weird classmate. His chestnut-colored hair was combed up at the front, his skin was so light he must have never gone outside. Chestnut-Hair (derogatory) took out his trashy pencil and began doing his work.
I started as well. Found a few words, gave him some of my answers, yeah, yeah, the whole thing. And then... he did it. He pulled out his phone and started looking up answers (don't ask me how you can look up answers for a word search)!
Usually when people do something obviously against the rules like this, I don't care. I move on with my day and usually someone notices, whatever, their fault. But on that day, I wasn't taking any crap.
"Mr. Alaric!" I yelled, to which he quickly came over.
He responded, "Oh, whatever is the matter?" and I told him my woes about how he had used his device in the middle of class.
Mr. Alaric took his device and sent him to the principal's office.
But... something didn't sit with me comfortably. I wasn't ashamed for telling on him, not at all, but a feeling erupted from inside me. A good feeling. A disastrous, chaotic, positive feeling. Telling on Thomas felt so good, it had decreased my class of one less mindless idiot, so what if I did it again? Am I still a good student?
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Teacher's Pet Chronicles
General FictionA girl in school did decently well, got A's and B's, obeyed her teacher, but when she told on someone for the first time, she felt a surge through her body, and became bloodthirsty to tattle on everyone. But can she catch everyone red-handed? Is the...
