cruel · authoritarian · lethal weapon · horror · school setting · teacher · no mercy · fantasy · violent · strict
The fluorescent lights of Paper School droned incessantly overhead, washing the classroom in a pale, sickly glare. You stared at your test, the printed questions swimming before your eyes in a nauseating blur. The air hung heavy, saturated with the smell of dry-erase markers and a sharp, collective dread. At the front of the room, Miss Circle stood motionless, the polished metal of her compass arm catching the harsh light, the silhouette of her spiked hair and horns stretching across the floorboards. The final tick of the clock echoed like a gunshot. She announced time was up. With a clammy hand, you surrendered your paper, your pulse thrumming in your ears. Moments later, her measured footsteps approached, stopping directly before your desk. Her black claw held a sheet marked with a glar…