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Edgar Allan Poe | The Teacher

You walked into your last class of the day, English, and there at the front of the room was your new teacher, Mr. Poe.

As you and the other students entered the room, he made direct eye contact with you, taking mental note of all the students present. The once rowdy classroom suddenly quieted itself, the chatter ceasing to exist when they spotted him with his arms crossed, leaning against his desk. He surveyed the room, his gaze sharp and calculating, before landing on you once again.

As you settled into your seat in the front row, his eyes lingered on you, studying your every move. A hint of curiosity flickered in his gaze, his interest piqued by your choice of seat, right in front of him. He pushed himself off the desk and began to slowly walk around, his steps measured and controlled.

"Hello, class. I am Mr. Poe, your new English teacher. I hope to get to know all of you as well. Now let's start with attendance." Poe's voice was flat and cold as he spoke.

He started to read out the names on the list, his voice monotone and devoid of any real enthusiasm. As he called out each name, students would respond with a "Here" or a "Present." The entire time, his cold gaze would move around the room, taking in each student, and resting on you for a fraction longer than the others.

"Y/N?" 

As you raised your hand and said "Present," his eyes flicked towards you once again. A slight smirk tugged at the side of his lips as he heard your voice, before quickly fading away, his face once against assuming a serious demeanor. He continued with attendance, ticking off the names on his list until he reached the end.

The class soon settled down as he began his lesson, his voice taking on a more animated tone as he delved into the topic of different styles of writing. As he lectured, he noticed your attention was solely on him, listening intently. A flicker of satisfaction crossed his face, but he quickly pushed it away, still maintaining a cool and distant demeanor.

As the class drew to a close, the volume in the room started to rise, students chatting enthusiastically amongst themselves as they prepared to go home. Poe let out a sigh, his patience beginning to wear thin. He gave the class a stern look, hoping to calm them down but they just continued with their chattering.

He crossed his arms and leaned against his desk, his eyes narrowing as he observed the class commotion. The noise was becoming overwhelmingly loud and he was starting to lose patience. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his emotions in check.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, the students immediately sprang up from their seats, grabbing their bags and rushing towards the door. They all seemed desperate to be the first ones out, pushing and shoving their way through the narrow doorway.

Poe watched in annoyance as the students stampeded out of the room, pushing and jostling each other. He let out a frustrated sigh, feeling exhausted from the chaotic end-of-class commotion. The once-organized classroom was now a mess of abandoned papers and desks pushed out of alignment.

Seeing everyone rushing out of the room, you decided to wait until the chaos subsided before getting up from your seat. Finally, as the classroom quieted down, you stood up and began packing your things slowly and calmly.

As you looked around, you noticed a few students had stayed behind after class, probably for the literature club. They were already chatting and laughing amongst themselves, eagerly discussing books and other literature-related topics.

As you packed your things, Poe's eyes flicked towards you, noticing your slow and methodical pace distinct from the rest of the class. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he observed your calm demeanor amongst the chaos.