Molly turned her back, the noises of the chair screeching against the cold floor, bringing up all the hairs on her back. She shivered."Molly, Pass the rubber will you?" The familiar voice hauled upon her pale ears. She open her mouth, breathing heavily before speaking the words she needed to say. "Sure, Hang on." She reached out for the rubber, stretching her arms across the table frantically. Her teacher stared at her bright blue eyes, pulling a fierce face towards her. She carried on, pulling it off with a smile.
She'd been at high school 3 years, and through out of it, her maths teacher had seemed to hate her for no entire reason. On good days she'd tell her off or stare at her awkwardly once or twice - so you could only guess what it'd be like on a bad day. "Pencils down!" Her voice seemed to replay in Mollys mind. Class was finally over, and she'd be let out from what to her seemed like a jail.
She ran out of class, throwing her legs back and forth rapidly, she could smell the delicious taste from the cafeteria.
Sitting down at a red, circular table she faced her joyful eyes at her best friend, Lily who seemed to look quite concerned. "Whats the matter?" Molly question. "I need to tell you something" Lily said, as if she was about to cry.
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My teachers evil!
No FicciónMolly is your ordinary high school student, she loves every lesson EXCEPT maths? Why exactly? Since her first year she noticed something strange about her teacher, something extraordinary - and she wasn't making it up!
