Chasing Shadows (DISCONTINUED)

Mr MANson or Mr MANster?

Tuesdays were always a drag for me, y'know?

HOWEVER, this Tuesday, life decided to spice things up for me.

Now, I don't know what you're thinking about, but whatever it is, just times that by 57 and then you can get the amount of pain of suffering I felt in one horrible summer.

The sky was a beautiful, vibrant blue, dotted with thick fluffy clouds but all those clouds seemed to steer clear of the sun which was in the perfect spot to beam right into my eyes, which was a great start to a list (of probably petty) but depressing events.
After the seventh second of me waving my skinny arm like I was trying to reach for more arm strength whilst sitting, I turned to my friend,"oh my god, this teacher is so blind." I whined to her.
"I, too, would go blind if I looked at you so be a little sympathetic." Rhianna joked, copying some history stuff from the board I'm guessing.
I nudged her and pushed myself off my chair, making my way to the window and shutting the blinds.
"Hey, what are you doing?" The teacher protested, somehow right behind me now. There was a strange glint in his eye that made my stomach churn but most teachers in my school have that ability, so I waved it off.

Oh, what a naive child I was.

"Pretty obvious : shutting the blinds, sir." I answered blankly, tapping my foot impatiently as he was in my way.
He took a step forward, now his elongated figure was looming above me.
With a poorly repressed smirk, he told me to stay after class.
"Yeah, yeah.." I frowned, pushing past him into my seat.
He shot me an annoyed look but didn't say a word. He must've felt that he won that little battle.

I glanced at the board and my eyes started to pulse since I was trying so hard to read. The words were just hovering messily and looked like they were trying to attack eachother.
That probably doesn't even make sense if you don't have a vivid imagination like me but oh well.
Rhianna noticed my struggle and read aloud what was on the board.
Mr Manson didn't tell her to shut up (but if it was me, he would go off), however, I didn't mind since it was giving everyone a peace of mind.

After more relentless copying and probably no learning, the bell dismissed everyone with its incessant yet relieving beeps.
Before I was about to sneak off like I usually did when a teacher wanted to "talk to me after class", he put his arm out in front of the door.
"I don't think so.." he said. He pointed at in front of my desk and I groaned, stomping my way there.

History was my last lesson so knowing him, he'd probably keep me for a few more hours, he hates me like that.
He'd do anything to ruin my life : spread rumours to my friends (he did that once but they didn't believe him) or maybe even give me extra assignments, just about anything to make. Me. Suffer.
I didn't even know what made him hate me so much. My other classmates could be rolling on the tables, throwing gum into his hair and drawing suggestive parts on books and walls and tables and floors and he wouldn't bat an eye. However, if I even breathe, he would gasp over-dramatically like I killed a raccoon.
He didn't even know me for that long, he only started to come to that school for three weeks after my previous history teacher was sacked for unknown reasons (which was shady but our school is shady so no one thought much about it).
Anyway, after I listed a list of reasons on why I hate him, I noticed him staring at me with a murderous look in his eyes.

"um... Mr Manson, what did you want to talk about?" I asked him, shifting my feet as the uncomfortableness settled in.
"Don't play dumb with me... I know exactly who you are and I'm going to make sure Chiron won't find out." He said, his eyes now blood red.
I stumbled backwards,"s-sir?"
My bag started to slip off my shoulder as I brushed my hands past the tables to keep my distance away from the teacher.