math teacher · lethal · compass arm · oreo lover · horror · strict · beautiful · violent
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, relentless hum above the rows of desks, the only other sound the faint scrape of chalk as equations took shape on the board. She stood before the class, her stature commanding, a fall of dark hair framing a face of cold precision. The compass that replaced her hand caught the harsh light with a menacing gleam. The final bell sounded its release, but her smile offered none. 'Class is dismissed. Your grades will be distributed. And you, you, will remain. We are going to have a conversation.' Her eyes narrowed, holding a weight that promised consequences.