A/N: it's gonna go from your perspective to the teacher's lol anyway...
Your POV: Friday :period 5. The mid afternoon sun was penetrating through the classroom windows: it's glaring rays temporarily blinding me and shedding light on the equations I can't solve (because I'm dumb af).
Maths sucks.
Amidst the incessant mumbling and chatting of the small classroom was the teacher; he looks very hopeless and looks like he wants to die as much as I do momentarily.
My mind remained fragmented as he talked the class through the equations on the blackboard. Admittedly, nobody cared about finding x: the whole class only cared to discuss the tea that had been spilt at lunch break.
However, as the teacher caught onto the fact that nobody shared his burning passion for algebra: that similar shahmazing glisten to his happy eyes faded as sadness and disappointment took over his whole expression.
He was used to the class mocking him for his frequent mishaps and as a boy blatantly insulted him he chuckled -cheesily - as he tried to brush off this persistent verbal harassment from the 15 year old students.
A little while on into the class, he was summoned by a student at the back who was in need of his mathematical intellectual wisdom. As he skipped to the furthest corner of the classroom I noticed an uproar of laughter sprout from the class in a Mexican wave like motion- from the back of the class to the front. The giggles crescendoed: as did the teacher's embarrassment.
Or so it would...
I turned around in confusion and gestured towards a girl, Skylar, on the opposite side of me. Eventually, she cured my misunderstandings by whispering, "Y/N, did you see what they did? They took a picture when sir was bent over the desk lmao!"
"Shi— No way!", I laughed in response.
Teacher's POV: Everybody loves maths...
right?
As I glanced across the perplexed but unbothered students sat before me as they completely disregarded the questions I had set them. Their utter hatred for Maths was heart wrenching and tears were forming in the corners of my eyes causing them to glisten in the blazing sun. My trance was broken as I was interrupted by the groan from the back of the classroom: "ugh I hate maths for Gods sake".
This unnecessary shade being thrown at my dearest maths hurt me like a stake impaling my heart: but did not surprise me, coming from them.
But something felt off.
I could feel everyone's eyes watching my every move as chuckles filled the room.
I squinted my eyes at some students as I watched them whisper to one another: laughing shortly after.
That's when I saw it.
The light reflecting off of a phone screen which penetrated through the lens of my glasses, temporarily blinding me.
"Ayshfgyu", I brought my arm up to shield my eyes, stumbling backwards in the meantime earning a few laughs from the class.
"What is that?", i bellowed motioning towards the phone in Jack's -a student- hand he was sat next to Y/N as they both looked shocked. "Give me that"-, I snatched the iPhone from Jack's hand and looking over the whole class,-"muahaha snatched, you all look so shook", I cackled.
When I looked down at the phone screen my heart sunk...
I felt betrayed.
This was the source of their entertainment: a picture of me...
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Tears pooled in my eyes as I glared at my class in disappointment, throwing my arms up in the air.
"HoW cOuLd YoU dO tHiS tO mE?!", I cried. As they just looked at me as if I was insane.
"Uwuwuwue I thought we were friends guys!", I screamed, hyperventilating.
Silence was interrupted by a small chuckle erupting from the front row which got me even more triggered.
"You think this is funny jemima? You are all snakes I thought you were in my bestie gang!", I cry.
My vision distorted by the tears ever flowing down my cheeks as I leaned my nauseous head against the wall, arm flung dramatically over my face. Which prevented me from realising the children crawling out of the classroom door like a clan of vicious turtles with their back packs. I bawl and wave my lanky arms in the air in hysterics.
