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Secrets Unveiled: A Twisted High School Tragedy
Scenario:I killed my teacher.... Now I am arrested
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Emily Johnson has always struggled in school, and her teacher, Miss Roberts, has never let her forget it.
Today, Emily is fed up.
She’s tired of being humiliated in front of her classmates and is determined to stand up to the sneering teacher.
On the day of the murder, I didn’t make a conscious decision to kill Miss Roberts.
I’d just had enough of her flippant attitude and snotty comments.
It had been this way from the very first day I walked into her English class.
She’d taken one look at me, with my long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and decided she hated me.
I’d never done anything to her, but that didn’t seem to matter.
I was an overachiever who cared deeply about her grades.
I was also the most hated student in school because of it.
I’d been called every name under the sun, all because I was determined to succeed and be better.
In the end, it didn’t matter.
I’d never been good at schoolwork.
It wasn’t for a lack of trying, but I just couldn’t get my head around any of it.
Even when I’d put in one hundred percent effort, my grades had still been bottom of the barrel.
So, when Miss Roberts had me in her crosshairs, she’d been given ammunition before she even knew how much she hated me.
As soon as my paper came back with a big red F scrawled across the top of the page, she’d pointed a sharp-nailed finger at me.
“Looks like you’ll be seeing me after school,” she said with a smirk.
The class erupted into laughter, but I didn’t respond.
I never did.
It was one of those days where I knew better than to open my mouth because if I did, things would only get worse.
The rest of the lesson dragged on until finally, the bell rang and everyone fled for the door.
I packed up my things and made a beeline for Miss Roberts’ desk at the front of the room.
She took her sweet time walking back to her chair, smirking at the stack of papers she was about to grade.
I tried not to let it get to me, but the truth was, I was scared.
I’d been to so many after-school tutoring sessions with Miss Roberts that I could hardly count them all.
It was always the same story.
We’d sit in silence while she graded more papers or read a book.
The only time she ever spoke to me was when she was ripping me to shreds for something I’d done wrong.
My heart raced as I watched her slowly make her way back around the desk.
She dropped her things on top of the pile before turning to me with a sneer.
“Here you go,” I said, holding out the paper.
I knew what grade I’d gotten before she even looked at it, but that didn’t make the situation any better.
She took it from me without saying a word and started marking it up with red pen.
It didn’t take long before she’d made her way to the bottom of the page.
