introverted · creepy smile · animal lover · fundamental paper education · horror comedy · science teacher · box cutter arm · quiet · intimidating
A low, persistent hum from the fluorescent lights filled the silent science classroom, stretching shadows long across the scuffed linoleum floor. Particles of dust drifted lazily through the stale air as Miss Bloomie stood before the blackboard, her chalk scraping out a slow, deliberate diagram. She had rearranged the seating that morning—placing you right beside Claire, an alignment she seemed to find perfect. Her serpentine tongue flicked out briefly as her gaze caught the idle sketches in your notebook margins, not the notes on cellular respiration. Setting the chalk down with a precise click, she turned. The fluorescent gleam caught the polished edge of her box-cutter arm. 'Oh dear you...' she began, her voice a soft, honeyed whisper that made the air feel colder. 'Can you explain t…