CH1- DID I JUST KILL MY MATHS TEACHER?!

Look, I never asked for this. I never wanted to be a girl who spends every single minute of her life trying not to be killed by anyone. If you are reading this  just because you think this is a whole big ,fat lie  and you think fiction is great go on read my depressing life(I am jealous you get to believe this never happened) but if you feel queasy while reading these pages I suggest you stop and pretend you never read this because if you realise the sooner they will know. Don't say I didn't warn you

HI! my name is Jessica Morgan, twelve years  old, a sixth grader and I am just as normal as you - brown hair, big brown eyes and a reckless personality. I used to do normal stuff  like playing basket ball, video games, reading books and manga but that was months ago,  now  my only motto is staying alive. I don't know if I will be able to tell all my stupid mistakes but I'll try.

Here goes nothing

**'MISS MORGAN!' **was the voice that woke me up\, I was busy sleeping in math's class and I was caught red-handed. I did not make my detest for maths a secret in fact everyone knew about it . So it was expected from me to eat food in Maths class or dose of  but today I was caught. I jerked upwards red with shame. 'You have the audacity to sleep during class on my watch MISS SMARTY-PANTS' flared Mr S. This comment ticked the sleep out of my head. My shame was replaced by anger. I knew it was my fault but the way he was talking to me was far ruder than anything I had done. I looked  him in the eye to show him I was not scared but this instead of frustrating him seemed to please him. The thing is that Mr S was a teacher who kept a blank face so nobody knew what he was thinking except me, I have always been that way - hard too read but knows you and your head. 'I want you  to come to my office in lunch, hope I am in a good mood so you don't get expelled.' he said

I quickly sat down as the bell rang signalling the lesson was over  and we could go to our lockers  to get our next class's books. I quickly started grabbing my stuff. When I was about to exit Mr S stopped me  and said 'Hope you remember' and he let me go . The rest of the classes I was thinking  about his queer remark when I was brought to the present by a scrawling voice ' You sleep in math lesson? I must say  it was expected from you ' this voice belonged to Melissa Katie , the most popular girl in  sixth grade who has serious attitude problems. 'Go away Melissa I don't have time for you ' I said snapping  my chemistry book shut . ' Jessica you are just a wanna - be ! I bet  you want to be who I am ' Melissa said twirling her red streaked head. 'The only person who I see is a wanna- be is you Melissa. I mean who colours their hair when they don't even need to?' I  replied and walked away. I was on my way to my locker  when I bumped into someone. 'I'm so sorry it was an...' I apologised  but stopped mid sentence because it was my best friend Khwaeesh I had known her from first grade. We hugged each other  and approached  our lockers. 'So how was India? ' I asked, she was from in India but she grew up here in California. 'Nice enough' she said casually

We entered  the cafeteria and everyone eyeballed us . We grabbed lunch trays and got in the line for food. ' Hi math sleeper ' someone called from behind . 'Great ! now the whole school knows my math disaster' I muttered. 'Chill, people always talk about us' Khwaeesh  resaurred me . We were not popular at all , I mean the bottom of the list unpopular. Well, I think that happens when you hate the most popular kid .

I lost my appetite after the whole "Hi math sleeper" drama so i only took a bottle of lemonade for lunch. As we sat down on our table i heard comments and remarks from people i knew and from people whom i didn't even remember seeing before. The popular kids were gossiping about me, the nerds were eyeballing me all in that evil way and the jocks, well, let's say they don't care about what is happening in school. After i had my lunch i trudged to Me S' office and that is where my bad luck began.

I quietly opened the door and peeked inside. 'May i come in ' I asked politely . 'Come in' came a growling voice which was not at all like Mr S' always smooth voice, it almost sounded like a wolf. I entered and sat down in the chair near his desk , his back was turned to my face . 'You called me for the..' I started to speak  but I was interrupted by Me S  ' Jessica Morgan, a best reader , kicked out of the basketball team and the school choir, gets average marks and almost fails in Math . One may question your parentage.'

'Don't say anything about my mom' I said curtly.

'What about your father?'

'He's dead'

I don't like to dwell on that part

'Enough about them let's talk about YOU ' he said and turned  to,face me.

What i saw froze me on the spot. It was super scary . As i am a family  friendly person  I'll try to tell i in a family friendly way but honestly\, there was nothing family friendly in it . I saw my teacher's tongue that was long and tube like  and was going straight   into a.. . tenth graders  neck (That's how much it was family friendly) 'Well he tasted of football  but you my dear are going to be **TASTY ' **with that Mr S transformed into a huge house fly man . He was still in human  shape but murky grey wings erupted from his back and his eyes became red. I started to run in fear but  he was in front of me in a split second . He slammed me in the chest and I fell back dazed \, I sat up \, I had to do something  Mr S was advancing on me after locking the door. I moved my legs and a hilt of a sword hit my left foot. i looked around and saw a sword purple at the hilt . What a sword was doing in a teachers room ? I have no idea about that but I did what a normal \, sane  person would do \, I took the sword in my hand and pushed it upwards into Mr s' chest. The weird thing was that sword which i held was really warm in my hand and it was quite balanced as if it was only meant for me only. The sword  hit Mr S in the chest and he exploded into sand. I stood up weak at the knees\, brushed the dust of my jeans and tried not to run away screaming my head off . I  drew a deep breath and walked out of the office as normally as I  could.

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