Stain x teacher

Stain x teacher

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It was 10:25 in the morning, Stain was headed to her next class. As she was leaving study hall Mr. ___ asked her to stay back. Stain backed up and slowly said, "Y-yes sir?". The teacher slowly said "You've been slacking off in my class... something on your mind?". Stain proceeded to say, "N-no sir, not at a-all." as he then stated, "Good.". The teacher calmly moved towards Stain, putting his veiny hand on her thigh. He lifted up her short pretty skirt... and we all know what happened from there. ( introduction) credits to Dara
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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