Chapter 210

I'm guessing that is the end of chemistry class this morning and my heart is practically beating wildly at this moment.

Hitting a teacher on the head with a bag of books isn't really allowed is it. Well it isn't really sane to even begin with, especially when it is a teacher like this but Scott doesn't look like he cares. He doesn't look like he cares about the repercussions of whatever he's just done and I wish I could be like that.

I wish I could also not feel this fear that I am feeling at this moment for him, but yet we are different in that way. We are different in a lot of the ways I realise as never in twenty lifetimes could I have had the guts to do what he just did, even as I'm the one particularly being molested and picked on by this devil of a teacher, I still can't find the courage to take any type of action against him.

I still can't find the guts to take any action that will prevent him from doing what he seems to love doing to me but yet my brother, Scott who had practically never met this man in his time here had smashed a bag of books on his head.

He had smashed it so hard that my chemistry teacher simply how to go crumpling on the floor from the intensity of it. I feel like smiling or crying at this moment, or simply doing anything but I just stand there in shock looking at him with something of a mystified gaze in my eyes.

If only I could be this brave, if only I could stand up for myself like this, then I practically wouldn't have any problems in the world anymore.

He doesn't give me any remarks, simply turns back on his heels with a satisfied smile on his face. A smile that contrasts so glaringly with the disappointed look before and which makes me know that I'm practically get an earful when we get home.

I'm guessing that it was really stupid of me to think I should just endure it and I would be rid of him when I finally left this place. Oakley stands up from her seat giving the rest of the students a dirty glare.

The other set of foolish boys who had been looking forward to watching thier chemistry teacher molesting another girl in front of them were sporting a set of disgraced looks on their face, they should be wearing more than that but yet I cannot find the courage to say anything.

I simply grab my bag and I walk out of the class. If I said this event hasn't left me shaking then I'm practically lying.

For how many weeks now I had not encountered Mr Clyde. For how many weeks I had thought the plague he was was finally gone. I had thought myself rid of him but this morning, this delightful morning, he just had to remind me that he was still there.

He was still there, ready to see me as an object and nothing more.