uwu- an ofc fic

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Do you ever wonder about what it would be like if bob ross didn't exist? I mean, that man painted the world. Our trees, our mountains, our soil; he painted it all with intricate details, doing his best to make sure he gave his paintings all the extra love he could to make our world beautiful. Bob Ross did his job damn well, but now, a man I know is trying to damage some of Bob's work. This man is not getting through with it.

Mr. Klingele is my 7th hour science teacher. At the beginning of the year, he seemed like a typical teacher in my city. White, suburban, married, lots of kids. I didn't have much of an opinion on the guy.
With the more time I spent in his class, the more I realized that Mr. Klingele wasn't the typical teacher that I thought he was. He ritually tells us to "stack chairs" at the end of class everyday; he refuses to let anyone leave the classroom until the chairs are stacked. He makes us upload all of our written assignments to Google Classroom by photographing them, and, worst of all, he makes us take thorough notes on each and every thing we do in class, it seems.
I feel awful for Bob Ross. Mr Klingele is is ruining his paintings.
Ross's poor trees are being slowly abolished because of Klingele. He prints pounds of Cornell Notes papers, graphic organizers that nobody uses, and articles that can be found online.
Klingele is letting Ross's work go to waste. How could one be so inhuman?
That, is a question that still goes unanswered However, I think I can get to the bottom of it, with help of my classmate with as much of a burning passion for this issue as I do.
Freddie and I will figure it out, I know we will, and Ross's work shall be restored.