Sticks and Stones

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Joseph and James sat in detention, writing out the answers to the question sheet they had. While the teacher wasn't looking, they would make faces at each other to try and relieve themselves of the boredom they were both feeling. It didn't work. James finished his worksheet and handed it to the teacher. She stood over him as she marked it and his stomach sank as he saw all the red crosses she was putting next to his answers.
"Pathetic," she said in her high-pitched nasal voice that the tight bun of grey hair on her head couldn't have done anything to help, "Do it again."
James was so angry, he'd been in here for 20 minutes and now she was saying he had to do it again. His hands gripped the table, hands shaking with rage and knuckles turning white from holding on so tightly. He tried to calm himself down but the rage inside of him just kept building and building like a skyscraper of pure anger, and then the the anger flooded out through his hands.
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Cracks raced up the old wooden table like diagonal snakes. Splinters flew in every direction as the floodgates opened and all of his feelings towards this teacher were flung at the bench in front of him. Pieces began to fall from the table and clatter onto the customary slabbed floor of schools the world over and then.....BOOM! The table flew apart, scattering deadly projectiles of years old varnished oak in every direction, James and Joseph ducked for cover but the old nag science teacher wasn't quick enough and one of the larger pieces went smack bang through the middle of her forehead and came out the other side. She stared, blank-eyed at the wall in front of her for a minute whilst her mouth filled with dark red blood and the projectile in her head finished its gruesome work. Her eyes turned to James then, and he saw a vast emptiness in them before the light flickered out and she fell face first to the floor. The shard stuck in her head came clear with a little 'shlluup' and all James and Joseph could do was watch as the last signs of this woman's life raced towards them like a red river.

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