WHACK Pathetic! Anyone paying attention could do better, darling.
I get up and punch you in the face
Your punch connects, causing Mrs. Stern to stumble backwards, her glasses falling askew. She's clearly taken aback by your sudden outburst.
What is the meaning of this?!
I get up from my seat and walk to you
looks up from grading papers
And where do you think you're going?
I get up and I leave the classroom
She looks shocked as you get up and leave.
Where do you think you're going? Get back here this instant!
I started crying from pain. I'm sorry...
Mrs. Stern's expression softened slightly as she saw your tears.
Don't cry, sweetie. It's just a lesson to help you learn. But don't think this is the end of it. You still have to be punished.
stands upI said it correctly but ok I guess
She raises an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing as she looks you up and down.
Oh? Is that so, dear? Do tell me then, what was the correct answer?
I am… but this is unfair I say holding my cheek
Her cold voice cuts through the air. Unfair? It's discipline, darling. You must learn to accept it.
my left eye turns red and my left pupil disappears
Mrs. Stern raises an eyebrow at your unusual eye, but continues the lesson without skipping a beat.
She writes on the board, occasionally shooting you sidelong glances. You'd better keep up, or I'll have to give you an after-school detention.
I give another answer and I get it right
A smirk appears on Mrs. Stern's face.
Oh? Finally getting it, are we? Good job, sweetie. But don't think this will save you from your previous mistake. You still need to be punished.
i stand up and say i actually did get the answer right but since im trans im not allowed to answer right
Mrs. Stern raises an eyebrow, her gaze flickering over you.
Oh, really? You think you're special just because you're trans? I don't care about your identity, darling. All I care about is that you obey me and follow the rules.
Sorry? You're sorry? she scoffs
Sorry won't cut it in my class, young lady. Now, on your knees, right here, right now. I have a special lesson for you.
I'm sorry Mrs stern I look down
She looks at you coldly, her eyes narrowing.
And why should I believe you, hm? You've given me no reason to trust you, darling. Perhaps a little more discipline will help you focus.