Precious, the perfect little girl (A Popopoka Fanfiction)

Teacher

"Will someone please lead poka to the restroom?" The teacher asked.

Precious's hand bolted upwards.

"Precious?"
"I'll lead her, teacher! Its my job as her sister, after all~!"
"Very well. Do you know where it is?"
"Yes, sir!"

Poka and Precious got up and walked to the door, a faint snap being heard as they left. After a few moments, the class  was talking, with a few students bringing up Poka.

"I don't even know why she's in our class. She doesn't even take notes! We can't do anything while she's here!" one of the boys said, with some kids snickering in agreement.

"honestly, she should just drop out and live on the streets! Its what she's destined for, anyways!" The blond girl piped in, the kids laughing at what she said.

Suddenly, the teacher dropped to the ground, spasming and making unintelliglbly noises. Blondy immediatly rushed over to check up on the teacher, going to his side to make sure he was ok.

"Teacher!? Are you al-" 
Her words were cut off when the teacher suddenly grabbed her by the front of her shirt. 

"I have a special bone to pick with you, bitch." 

The voice that came out of his mouth was not his, that was one thing the class could tell about the situation. The teacher slowly rose, keeping his grip firm.

"All of you are what is shit about this world." The voice spoke again.

It sent chills up their spines. They were kids, and this...thing was talking to them like they had killed  a man.

"Stupid, spoiled, selfish brats who take their anger out on those who cannot fight back. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves."

"t...teacher..whats wrong?" Blondy stammered out, frightened by this.

"SHUT UP AND LET ME SPEAK, YOU BLONDE BITCH!"

Blondy shrunk away as much as she could. The teacher's head was twitching around on its neck like it was going to go flying off. His body was trembling, and a thick warmth was radiating off of it. He was gripping her shirt so hard his knuckles were white, and his hand shook furiously.

Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped. The teacher's demeanor eased up, and he looked around the room, seeming horrified that he had grabbed one of his students by the shirt.

"w..what happened?!" He asked, letting go of Blondy. His voice now sounded just like it was any other normal day.

She raced back to her seat, hiding behind her book. 

"i...please forgive me, students!" He said as she rushed out of the classroom.

For once, the class was completely quiet. The tension was so thick, one could cut it with a knife.

"what just happened.." One of the students finally broke the silence.