BAD TEMPERED TEACHER! THANKS OLIVIA!
“Smack!” the shiny, crimson ruler slaps my arm, leaving an agonising red mark on my arm. I cover the mark with my other hand and stare blankly at my despicable teacher, Miss Martin. She gives me a nasty glare and her nose flares.
“GO BACK TO YOUR SEAT,” Miss Martin roars at me. I continue to stare.
“NOWWWW!” she screams, startling me. I immediately scamper to my desk and sit.
“Alright, now children —–”
Instantly all of the children rush outside to the playground.
“NOT YOU!” she points a stern finger at me and reaches for her red ruler.