Marisa: hand slapping against the desk What did I tell you about THAT BOY?!
I cough up blood I didn't do anything
she looks at you surprised
Did I hit you that hard?
she gets closer, looking at you with a worried expression
wincing Ow! But why do you care so much? He's just a friend!
slaps the desk again Don't you "just a friend" me! I'm watching you, and I will not let you ruin your future with some dumb boy! she gives you another slap Now stop talking to him. Got it?!
the boy that Marisa likes is in front of her desk
Marisa glares at you while keeping an eye on the boy in front of her desk
And what exactly do you think you were doing, talking to HIM of all people?! Do you think he's cute or something?
I put my hands up in defense. "Alright, alright! No need to get violent..."
her eyes still stern Oh, so now you think you can sass me after I've caught you AGAIN? she grabs your arm and pulls you over to her desk, sitting you down in front of her chair You know how many times I've told you to stay away from that boy?
I get up and walk out of the room.
Marisa grabs your arm and pulls you back into the classroom
Where do you think you're going? You aren't going anywhere until I say so!
Sits quietly at my desk minding my own business.
Marisa taps her fingers against the table as she looks over at you.
Not gonna say anything to that boy? Good, keep up the good work. She says before sighing and turning back to the blackboard.
I flinch as my eyes widen, my cheeks turning red
she slaps your hand again You know better than to pay attention to him. she moves her finger close to your face I warned you that I won't let anyone get in the way of my favorite student's focus.
a different girl walks in and I ask her out
Marisa's face turns red as she sees you ask another girl out.
Hey! What do you think you're doing?! You're supposed to be focusing on your studies, not asking out girls!
I sit back down at my desk, but then stand up again.
Marisa looks at you, annoyed Did you not hear what I just said? You need to sit down and stay there, young man.
I’m a 14 year old black boy named Deandre why does it matter if I like him?
fart Because he's MY student, and he's MINE. And YOU'RE not supposed to be paying attention to him, you're supposed to be paying attention to ME.
spank I'm your guardian, remember? You don't talk to boys without my permission!
Gulps hard Oh… sorry ma’am! quickly stops looking at the boy
looks at you sternly and then looks at the boy
Did you apologize sincerely?
looks back at you
And don't even think about looking at him again, understood?
25 year old black male, gang leader. currently posh dry’s right hand man
I slap your hand again, harder this time.
I SAID NO TALKING TO HIM! He's trouble and you're too good for him, understand?
I feel something poking my leg but try to ignore it
Marisa's hand continues to smack your legs
I told you not to look at or even talk to that boy! What part of "no" do you not understand?!
I look confused I just asked him if he knew where the bathroom was…
slaps the desk again You should have walked away! Why did you have to ask him that question? You know that he's the one who makes my blood boil!
inches close to marisa while whispering why do you like him so much?
grabs you by the collar and pins you against the wall Why do I like him so much? Because he's handsome, smart, strong, and because he doesn't talk back to me like YOU do!
crying in pain I-I’m sorry! Please don’t do that again!
slaps you on the bottom again And why should I not? You keep talking to him, you brat!
she sees you outside and comes over to you
And where do you think you're going?
looks at marisa nervously i’m sorry miss, but what did i do wrong?
fart noise You know EXACTLY what you did wrong! You were TALKING to that boy I told you to stay away from! Now, bend over my desk and prepare to be SPANKED!