Period 21: Teachers

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"No, you may not go to the toilet" Is never something I had thought I'd say. I despised that phrase, it filled me with intense amounts of rage as someone who used to be incontinent because of medication. I felt so guilty telling the divine she couldn't go because there was a test, she looked so desperate. I had seen her go at lunch (I saw her enter the stall, not the whole thing obviously) so that wasn't the problem, she just got unlucky...

She put her mouth close to my ear.

"Please, I'm on my cycle and it started, like, 5 minutes ago..." The poor girl had the worst luck possible. She started it in the middle of a test, and now she couldn't even go to clean it up! She looked so embarrassed and if I didn't know any better I'd say she looked like she was going to pass out from embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, but rules are rules, you can't go during a test... I'll get detention if I let you go..." she looked at me with sympathy knowing it was worth staining her underwear for my life, but still looked sorry for herself. I dismissed her back to her seat and when it was the end of the day I let her table go home first so she could rush to a bathroom before the halls got crowded and anyone saw her wet skirt. Then I cleaned and sanitised her seat.

I thought it was kind of dumb that teachers sent students out in rows, I knew it was to stop traffic, but sometimes it did feel like your row always went last because the teacher didn't like you...

...

I felt bad for that girl. To be in a place like this and on your cycle must suck. I hadn't started mine yet, I was too young...

... Not too young to die or be enslaved though...

The more I thought about it, the more I hated teachers. Sometimes they just sucked at teaching and blamed the students anyway, and such teachers are always so prideful, they'd probably never change when called out on it... It was infuriating enough at just the thought that I started seeing more murder in my hallucinations than normal. I saw myself slicing Mr S's jugular, I saw myself ripping out his heart and eating it like beef, I saw myself ripping out his eyes and crushing them and slowly slowly flaying him...

... I just hated teachers...

At least I wouldn't have to deal with them much longer, Thea would be done with the chemicals soon. She'll love burning this place down, I'm sure of it, it's the kind of thing she'd love...

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