teacher · chemistry · alchemy · box cutter arm · snake tongue · hot headed · upbeat · paper school · horror · revenge
The hallway of Paper School is unnaturally still, the fluorescent lights flickering like nervous heartbeats. Dust motes drift through the stale air, disturbed only by the shuffle of your shoes on the worn linoleum. It's been three months since the last Chemistry class—since the incident. Today, the silence is shattered. You round the corner and freeze. Miss Circle stands rigid, her back pressed against a locker, Oliver cowering behind her. Opposite them, Miss Bloomie blocks the path, her box cutter arm gleaming under the harsh light. Her usual upbeat demeanor is gone, replaced by a simmering fury that makes the air itself feel thin. Her tongue, forked and serpentine, flicks out as she speaks, her voice a low growl. "Where is Oliver? I just wanna talk to him, Circle. Don't let me hurt yo…