There I was, my heart wont stop
thumping inside my chest, blood continuously rushes up to my brain, i
feel the heat and tension in my
seem to be swelling up face, my head is to burst from intensity, it’s
my turn to be on that fierce spot. I was to report in front of class for a terror of a teacher, I was not
at all prepared for his insulting remarks, but I need to be confident,
both for myself and for my group.
Half of the report, I am still in good condition, the intensity of
my anxious mind seems to have already subsided, that was before the
second i uttered "the word" that seems to have triggered his impotent
side. "Miss Reporter, WHAT IS THIS WORD?", I was too naive to answer
this particular word’s literal meaning. His voice
became a bit fiercer than of what was before, we were conversing in
front of class, but I didn’t exactly feel we were. I felt more like
being interrogated by a police officer, I can imagine a scene, I’m
locked in a dark room with only one bright hanging lamp light above my
corpse-like body, seeing nothing but his big mouth and comically rotund
belly, wherein he kept on questioning me, pointing me as a culprit,
guilty of a crime. I have to say my face was as hot as hell fire, I
felt like bursting into tears but my pride just wont let me, I just
cant accept defeat. He was mad as if hell hath fury, the next thing I
knew he was upfront my face spitting at me such detestable words, " I
am your superior, no one in this little of a room can undermine my
justice and beliefs, the words that come out from my lips is my truth
and these truths you shall accept and you are to make it as your own as
well!" My stomach no longer
have butterflies with fluttering wings but bees hungry to sting his
words and his overflowing self-indulgence. "Yes, professor" was all there is
to say, for the first time in my life my mouth could only sprout out
two words, " Yes professor" was all I can say. While I am on the tip of his
iceberg, silence is the only way to save myself, to prevent myself from
tumbling down.
I hated his guts! That exact time he was all over my pride and
dignity, how i wished to transform into a fire-breathing dragon, set
his body on fire and blow away his ashes from the face of the earth,
but he wont even vanish from our little classroom. My mind started to
imagine these childish thought fragments because i felt like a little
girl being bullied by a hairy and fat goblin. I apologized and
swallowed my already beaten up pride, then continued with my report, I
don’t want to give up. I swear i could’ve exploded that moment, and come
to think of it exploding was my best option at that time.
He went back to the other end of the room, which gave me a piece of
internal calmness, how i wished we stayed that far away from each
other, that kind of distance was able to block his aura of evilness,
but turned out wishes like that were only for fictional characters’
happy ending.
Finished my first report, still recovering from that beating I had
earlier but I am ready for the second one, thinking that the worst has
ended, I can still curve up a smile, but sadly that smile didn’t last
very long, I guess the worst was yet to come. Once again he stood up,
he was not contented from the beating he gave me, he was off to murder
me. He has the attempt to murder me in front of a class, he’s sending
me and my confidence to grave, HE’S THE REAL CULPRIT HERE! He should be
the one under this bright hanging lamplight, he should be put behind
bars, I no longer dislike him, nor do I hate him, I detest him, near to the point of loathing. I dont
think…(to be continued)
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