Short Story(ies)

My Math Teacher is a Supervillain

My math teacher is a super villain. I decided that on the first day of high-school math. I remember the day like it was yesterday.

It was the second semester of grade nine, third period, right before lunch and right after art. Naturally, I was nervous. Very nervous. The butterflies in my stomach were the size of Mars. And not just the Mars bars, they were the size of the planet.

I only had one kind of friend in the class, everyone else I had only passed in the halls. And then there was Jeremiah, my worst enemy. Well, he wasn't my worst enemy, I just really, really didn't like him. I groaned the second I saw him. This was going to be a long semester.

I followed my kind-of friend to a empty table at the back of the room. As we sat down a took a glance at the other people in the room. They all looked familiar, but one of them stuck out. A guy by the name of Asher.

As my math teacher introduced himself, I looked around the classroom. I always tried my hardest to be observant, because my crazy, over-active imagination liked to throw the weirdest, most unpredictable situations at me. That's when I saw it. A small, plastic statue of Thor, encased hopelessly in a tiny case of flimsy plastic. His hammer was raised defiantly, his cape streaming backwards. Then I knew, my math teacher was a super villain.

As I write this, I'm tucked in the back of my grade ten math room. Carefully hiding it from my teacher's view. I figure that I have to write it down now, because this year my teacher is worse. This year, my math teacher is an ogre.