There once lived a 'woman' named Centipede. She wasn't actually a centipede, but there was an incredibly uncanny resemblance. With her ribbon-like stature and bubbly mouth, she got under the skin of every student in her class. Her favourite hobby was screeching like an autistic child, slaving her poor students, and then acting confused when people didn't listen to her.
She embodied the legend of the entitled substitute teacher — terrifying to some and ignored by most. Although she didn't consider herself a substitute teacher, but the best fucking sac teacher the world has ever seen, even though her voice really made everyone want to kill themselves. I don't think that's a socially valued resource, BITCH.
One day, another substitute teacher was promised to teach the class of society and culture. This teacher was more respected, as far as respect for substitutes goes...a certain, very famous, SABEENA. Although annoying, she knew her place and didn't try to take control of the class. An omega knowing her place...very good.
"I have very good hearing. I can hear everything that is said in the classroom." She stuck a finger in the air and pursed her lips. Nice one, Centipede! You told them, stupid teenagers! She thought to herself, a smug look on her giraffe face.
"But she can't hear my fanfiction about her!!" her modern-day slave in the front row retorted.
"But it was my idea! I'm your muse," Macaroni boi reminded.
Suddenly, the centipede spun around and screeched, eyes blazing at the two slaves of her presence. Suddenly, her face sucked back into her skull and she made a terrible slurping noise, making almost the whole class throw up and scream in terror.
"The cows are coming!" she bellowed, then she started to do a deathly jig, her pretty kawaii pink high heels blurring in front of the eyes of the terrified saccies.
Just as everyone thought all hope was lost and their mental sanity would slip away, a certain small neurotic woman from the library territory pranced into the room. A fire blazed behind her eyes and threats brewed in her mouth. She pranced around the room, like an eagle circling its prey, shouting, "Be quiet! A student is doing a test! This is extremely important!!!"
In response, everyone threw their cupped hands over their ears, cringing as she blew all of their eardrums. The bitter irony seemingly crept onto the Centipede as she stopped squealing and gawked at the tiny librarian, and after a moment of ringing silence, she asked, "Where did that girl go? Did she ask to leave? Why did she leave my class?" Then, anger-stricken, she turned to her modern-day slave. "DID YOU DO THIS?"
"Nah, bro," she replied.
"Oh, okay then. DO THE WORKSHEET GUYS!"
"But this isn't what we need to do!!" Macaroni boi said angrily.
"Oh, then I guess you should teach this class yourself."
"Okay, lol."
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the legend of the centipede
Poetrythe legend of the substitute teacher (alpha) turned dreamscape.... follow along as our protagonist turned secondary character (omega) is thrust into a dreamscape due to boredom.