--Sad--
My name is Tom Kaulitz, I'm in class 2B and I'm 16 years old, and I'm one of Mrs. Martinez's students, well, I was one of her worst students.
Right now, I'm sitting at the back of the class, as usual, talking to my friends and laughing, not giving a fuck about Mrs. Martinez's lesson. Of course, she noticed it, and turned to us.
-"Guys, could you please stop talking while I'm explaining?"
She asked in the most sweet tone, pathetic.
-"No"
I answered, in my normal, bored tone.
-"Please, guys, I wouldn't want to send you to the principal's office"
She keeps looking at us, smiling. That nice smile of hers fucks me off so much....
-"Shut up, whore"
One of my friends said.
-"Please, Georg, don't say that kind of stuff, it's complitetly unnecessary"
-"You're not telling Georg or neither of us what to do, fucking slut"
Bill said.
The teacher sighs and looks down for a few seconds before looking back at us.
-"Guys, I'm gonna be sending you to the principal's office, I'm sorry"
I roll my eyes and slowly stand up, holding the waist of my pants so they don't fall. My friends do the same, but they're all just laughing at the teacher and whispering things to each other. We four grab our bags, and my three friends are the first ones going out.
I look at the teacher as she looks at us, she was looking at Gustav, but as soon as she noticed my gaze, turned to look at me. I roll my eyes once again and mumble under my breath.
-"Fucking whore, I hope you die...."
I can see her looking down, she obviously heard my words....
As soon as we're out of the class, we close the door and hear as Mrs. Martinez resumes her class.
-"She annoys me so fucking much"
Bill started.
-"I swear, she's just a whore, her boyfriend probably doesn't even fuck her right, that's why she's like this"
Georg continued, and us four laughed.
-"She has a boyfriend?! I wonder who could stay with her all day, she's so fucking stressfull"
Gustav kept it going. Then, I joined the conversation as well.
-"Yeah, have you seen her clothes and make up? I bet she's so insecure about herself!"
We all continued laughing and talking shit about her in our way to the principal's room. That day, all of us got an expulsion for one week for insulting the teacher.
That week, we all went out, none of our parents cared about us, so we could do whatever we fucking wanted. We stayed almost all day in the street, smoked week, drank alcohol, fucked random whores.... "Normal" things some 16 years old boys would do.
But after the week of expulsion, all of us were really annoyed, we didn't want to see Mrs. Martinez again.... As soon as we got to our class at third period, she looked at us with that smile of hers.
