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Teacher's Pet

Teacher's Pet

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A teacher goes mad. Mad at the school bully.
A teacher goes mad. Mad at the school bully.

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Published by: Harry on Aug 21, 2010
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The Teacher’s Pet
 By Harry Jonathan Chong 
High school is a shitty place to be. Nobody wants to be there—most of all the teachers.But Mr. Feynman tried to make the best of his history class, and he stood in front of hisstudents with an enthusiasm not normally found in educational institutes. He waved hisarms and spoke in booming voice, trying to get the boys and girls to get interested.Of course, none of them were. They had more important things on their minds, atleast in their opinion, and they couldn’t be bothered to learn about how Hitler invadedPoland and all that “B.S.”“This is important stuff,” said Mr. Feynman, trying to convince them otherwise. “If we do not learn from our history, we are bound to repeat it.”A student in the back shouted, “Huh! Says you!”“Who said that?”Larry, the guy with the broad shoulders and curly hair, raised his hand in the air in aderisive manner. It waved around floppily. “Yoo hoo!”“Larry Conn, and what is your problem?”“Jus’ stating the facts. Fact is we don’t need any this. You think this’ll ever come inhandy in the real world? Come on. Be real with us, teach.”“…Alright, maybe you don’t need history to survive in this world, but it would doyou good to show some reverence for those who died so you could live in this freecountry.”“All those war vets is dead. You think their ghosts need reverence?”“Larry, I’m sorry. I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Just step outta the hallway.Let us finish here, huh?”“Fine. This is stupid, anyway. Dumb class.”Larry got up, went outside, and slammed the door. He leaned up against somelockers and put his hands in his pockets.Mr. Feynman could see him through the window.“Boy,” said Mr. Feynman under his breath, “kids these days.” Then he continued on.While the other students were quite bored about the lesson, they at least didn’t interrupt.Some time went by and Larry was still in the hallway. You’d think a punk like thatwould leave without permission, but he really had nowhere else to go. Home? Too far byfoot. The cafeteria? That was closed. The library? No way. Wouldn’t be caught dead inthere.At this point Mr. Feynman was finished his lesson, and he was sat behind his desk while students read their books. As he marked some papers, he saw a commotion throughthe glass window of the door in the corner of his eye. He got up and went into thehallway.Larry was screaming at a girl. The girl, Mr. Feynman recognized, was Nicole.Mr. Feynman cleared his throat and was about to speak up when Larry hit Nicoleacross the face. Real hard too. Not like a held back thing. It was a full on punch for aman. Nicole fell to the floor. Mr. Feynman ran to her aid. He picked her up and looked ather nose—it was thankfully not broken. Just bleeding.“What the hell are you doing?” said Mr. Feynman to Larry.Larry put his hands back, trying to feign innocence. “Was an accident,” he said. “Shewas running through the hall and I tried to give her a high five. Totally missed.”“Are you shitting me?! Did you not notice me standing here? I saw the whole damnthing!”
“Alright, what’re you going to do to me? Send me to the principal’s office?”Mr. Feynman hesitated. The principal, Mr. Conn, was Larry’s father. Mr. Conn was a biased man, and would do anything to protect his family—even if they were wrong. Nobody liked Mr. Conn, or Larry for that matter, but they couldn’t say much againstthem. This was a small town and there wasn’t much employment. Getting fired wouldspell certain financial doom. Nicole whimpered and held her nose. Mr. Feynman angrily pointed his finger atLarry.“Okay, Larry,” he said, “I’ll let you off with a warning. But don’t let me see thisagain.”The bell rang. All the kids rushed into the hallway. Larry backed away anddisappeared into the crowd.Mr. Feynman put his hand on Nicole’s shoulder. “Are you okay?” he said softly.“I’m sorry for what happened.”“Get away, creepo,” Nicole said with a shove. Then she ran down the stairwell andwent into the girl’s bathroom at the corner.Mr. Feynman followed her in. Nicole was splashing water on her face, to get off the blood from her bleeding nose.“I just wanted to talk,” said Mr. Feynman. “About…” Nicole cut him off. “I know it’s you! You’re the creepo who’s been leaving me thoselove notes! Lizzy saw you slip a note into my locker!”“Lizzy? Which Lizzy?”“Lizzy—the one with the blonde hair.”“Yeah, she’s just lying to you, okay. She’s lying. She’s a fucking liar!”“She never lies! She’s devout Catholic!”As Nicole tried to leave, Mr. Feynman stepped in her way.“Wait, wait, wait,” he said in a calm tone. “I’m sorry. I just don’t like being accusedof things. I didn’t mean to raise my voice. Look, Nicole. Believe me. There is nothinggoing on. I just want you to be safe. You’re my student.” He took a shallow breath. Thestench of urine was overwhelming. “And if your boyfriend is hitting you regularly, well,I’d like to do something about that.”“Larry don’t hit me too often,” said Nicole. “Just when he’s in a bad mood. It’snothing for you to think about.”“I don’t know.”“Just let me get to my next class.” Nicole went past Mr. Feynman to leave the bathroom—then she remembered her next class was with Mr. Feynman. “SHIT,” she said.The night came and Mr. Feynman was at home in his old armchair. There was a book in his hands, and it was on the topic of monsters. Monsters fascinated him on two parts:One, they were scary. Two, they were very misunderstood. This, somehow, wassomething Mr. Feynman could relate to.A
came at the door. Mr. Feynman got up and went to answer it. There was hisfriend—his only friend, a science teacher—Mr. Micallef.“Hey,” said Mr. Micallef. “It’s Friday. Thought you might wanna hang out. I brought beer.”“Where?” said Mr. Feynman.“Okay, I didn’t bring any beer. But we can go get some if you want.”“You know I’m in AA, right?”
“Well, you ain’t anonymous no more.”“Look, I have things to do. Gotta catch up.”“Ooh, fine. I guess I’ll do something else—something really fun and exciting!”“I’m not a kid, you can’t trick me.”“Couldn’t hurt to try… Okay, I’ll see you later. Maybe Saturday?”“I’ll be there.”And Mr. Feynman said goodbye to Mr. Micallef, and he resigned himself toquietness, back in his armchair. He read his book until he fell asleep. He looked peaceful, but he suddenly jerked out of his sleep. He had a nightmare where Larry was abusing Nicole. Just beating the snot outta her.“Fuck,” said Mr. Feynman. “What that asshole must be doing to her—” He sprungup at the midnight hour and went to his closet. He swung open the door and selectedsomething to put over himself, based on the weather. A raincoat, since it was rain. Hewent out with boots into the mud.He went into his car and sped to Larry’s.Larry’s place was quite nice. It was a large home. A six-bedroom deal. Not quite amansion, but not quite a house.Mr. Feynman went into his car trunk and took out a sports axe. He crept to the frontdoor of Larry’s home and looked through the window. He knew that the principal, Mr.Conn, and his wife would not be at home. Those two usually went out on Fridays towhatever tickled their fancy. They were very social people.“Alright,” said Mr. Feynman. “Let’s do this quick and dirty. One blow to the kid’shead with the axe and run out. No looking back. The cops will never find out. They’re toodumb.” Then he smashed open the glass at the front entrance and reached his handthrough to open the door.As he entered the main foyer, the lights went on. Mr. Feynman was dazzled in a badway. He looked left and saw Larry, and then he looked right and saw Larry. He lookedagain. There was only one Larry.Larry paced down the stairs to Mr. Feynman.“Mr. Feynman,” he said. “What’re you doing here? Why’s the glass all broken?”“It stops now,” said Mr. Feynman. Then he swung his axe into Larry’s head—butagainst what he told himself, he kept doing it. Over and over again.Larry’s head looked like a smashed watermelon.“It’s done,” said Mr. Feynman with short breath. “I can go now.” And he ran away.Just like Mr. Feynman had predicted, the cops were dumb, and they were baffled atthe crime. Well, they weren’t really dumb, but it was more ‘cause they had so many damnsuspects. A lot of people hated Larry Conn. His girlfriend, and all the kids he bullied,which was a good chunk of the school.Mr. Feynman was on his break, having lunch alone in his vacant classroom. Mr.Micallef came by.“Man,” said Mr. Micallef, “I still can’t believe it. One of our students got murdered.And in the most gruesome manner possible. What are the odds, huh?”“He probably deserved it,” said Mr. Feynman.“Uuuh, I dunno about that. But he was kind of a jerk.”A knock came at the door.
 Knock! Knock!
It was Nicole, and she let herself in.“I better leave,” said Mr. Micallef, and he did.

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