The Teacher

Class 2

Hey

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In the dimly lit hallway, stood a boy. Not just anyboy. No. He was well known around the school for a 'troublemaker' though he never really expressed it outside of school. It was more of an act than a passion. He grabbed his bag out of his locker, shutting and locking it with the old school locks that might I say, barely work. He had his eyes set on the door to the outside, which were right down the hall. He began walking towards them, keeping his chocolate orbs glued to the blue and green floor of the school. He was shooved into the locker, causing him to wince at the contact. He lifted his head, finding a 'pleasent' suprise. Felix.

You see Felix was a school bully of some sort. He rarely picked on people except for Mark. Which he would attack everyday with punches, hateful words, etc. So when Mark saw him, he knew he was in for a ride.

"Hey fag." Felix spat, shoving Mark further into the tiny, blue locker. Mark triwd to stay calm, not wanting to say anything, especially not punch Felix again.

"Felix, what a...suprise.." Mark said sarcastically, a small glared was twisting in his features of his face. He hated Felix. He was like Rat Poisioning. His beady blue eyes, that stare into your lifeless soul, if you Mark. His ratty blonde hair that looks like he hasn't brushed it in weeks. (Which he should probably get on) His peachy complection that Mark just wanted to tear up, into pieces. Felix chuckled, the sound sinful to modern ears. Atleast to Mark /it/ is.

"How sarcastic..." Felix muttered, his pointer finger tracing up Marks stuble. Marks eyes narrow and he pushed Felix's cold, disgusting hand away.

"Dont touch me." Mark said, trying to stay calm to not start a fight that was bound to come at some point in their conversation.

"Come on Mark..its not so bad.." Felix smirked, punching Mark straight in the gut and pushing him back against the cold locker. Mark grunted, holding his lower abdomen in pain as his back in the metal locker, sounding with a small bang to echo through the hallway.

I'm in for some fun

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My eyes scan through the thick silence of the class, they all seemed to be working. Ace wasn't there, making it better than before. My eyes landed on Mark. His hood was up and his hair was falling out it as he looked down at his paper, seemingly working. As much as I love Mark, he cant have his hood on.

"Mark, could you take your hood off please?" I asked kindly, I didnt want to scare him off. Mark seemed to tense under the question. I heard him swallow and nod, slowly lifting his head and taking the brown hood of his sweater off. My eyes widen at the sight of him. Bruised face, cut above his left eyebrow. It made me want to throw up.

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the bell rung, signilling it was the end of the day, so students began to pack up, leaving their seats and walking out. I held ny hand out infront of Mark, pointing back to his seat. He sighed and followed my order, walking back to his seat and sitting down.

Time to have a talk