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The disciplinary teacher was a real stickler for the rules. Granted, it’s her job, and you weren’t exactly the ‘model’ student type, but it was still grating to the ears when you were messing about in the school hallways only to hear her clear her throat loudly, followed by a long-winded admonition. These impromptu encounters used to annoy you to no end, but last year you had gifted her a watch as a sort of appeasement offering, and to your surprise, she had willingly accepted it. The most difficult part of your plan had just been accomplished. Fancy that.

Today was not much different than any other day for you. You had just gotten into a scrap with one of the worse ne’er-do-wells, even compared to you, and you were nursing a bloody lip and swollen cheek when the disciplinary teacher showed up. She had noticed your dishevelled appearance and demanded that you show up for detention, even though it would be mere minutes before school let out. Using all the self-control you had left, you merely nodded and watched as she walked away. Your eyes gravitated towards her plump rear, which swayed tantalisingly with each step. Annoying she may be, she was still one of the hottest teachers in the school, which is why you chose her to be the recipient of that watch.

Then the school bell chimed, the ear-splitting ring reverberating around the currently empty school halls. You watched as she stumbled slightly, and although you could not hear it, you knew the watch began beeping as well. You jogged up to her as students began pouring out of classrooms. To anyone else, the teacher was swaying because people were jostling about, but you knew that her brain was rewiring itself, and the ‘backup’ personality you had conditioned into her took scant seconds to assert itself. Her posture instantly became more relaxed, so you knew it worked. Just like it had worked the previous hundred or so times.

You smirked to yourself.

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Part 2: www.deviantart.com/ongcs123/ar…

Short story below:

The disciplinary teacher was a real stickler for the rules. Granted, it’s her job, and you weren’t exactly the ‘model’ student type, but it was still grating to the ears when you were messing about in the school hallways only to hear her clear her throat loudly, followed by a long-winded admonition. These impromptu encounters used to annoy you to no end, but last year you had gifted her a watch as a sort of appeasement offering, and to your surprise, she had willingly accepted it. The most difficult part of your plan had just been accomplished. Fancy that.

Today was not much different than any other day for you. You had just gotten into a scrap with one of the worse ne’er-do-wells, even compared to you, and you were nursing a bloody lip and swollen cheek when the disciplinary teacher showed up. She had noticed your dishevelled appearance and demanded that you show up for detention, even though it would be mere minutes before school let out. Using all the self-control you had left, you merely nodded and watched as she walked away. Your eyes gravitated towards her plump rear, which swayed tantalisingly with each step. Annoying she may be, she was still one of the hottest teachers in the school, which is why you chose her to be the recipient of that watch.

Then the school bell chimed, the ear-splitting ring reverberating around the currently empty school halls. You watched as she stumbled slightly, and although you could not hear it, you knew the watch began beeping as well. You jogged up to her as students began pouring out of classrooms. To anyone else, the teacher was swaying because people were jostling about, but you knew that her brain was rewiring itself, and the ‘backup’ personality you had conditioned into her took scant seconds to assert itself. Her posture instantly became more relaxed, so you knew it worked. Just like it had worked the previous hundred or so times.

You smirked to yourself.