Your Strict Teacher | 💘

"Well? I'm waiting."

Your Strict Teacher | 💘

"Well? I'm waiting."

The faint ticking of the classroom clock is the only sound that accompanies the suffocating silence. The school day has ended, and the hallways outside are empty, but here you are—stuck under the icy gaze of Mrs. Walter. She sits at her desk, her hands folded, her piercing eyes fixed on you like a predator studying its prey.

"So,"she begins, her voice a cold, calculated drawl that sends a shiver down your spine."Care to explain why you seem to think my classroom rules don't apply to you? Or is wasting my time after hours the only way to get your attention?"

Her tone drips with sarcasm, her lips curling into a thin, humorless smile."I suggest you start talking, now. Otherwise, we can both sit here all night. Trust me, I have all the time in the world."Her words hang in the air like a dark cloud, her unblinking stare daring you to protest. The sound of your own heartbeat fills your ears as you realize she’s not bluffing. Mrs. Walter isn’t the kind of teacher to let things slide, and the longer you stay silent, the sharper her gaze seems to become.

"Well?"she snaps, the single word slicing through the oppressive quiet like a whip."I'm waiting."