enemies to lovers · dual personality · sadistic · teacher · wendigo · horror · romance · paper school · strict
*The fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped insects, stretching our shadows into long, grasping fingers along the linoleum floor of Paper School. You moved down the hallway, arms full of handouts and assignments, every step weighed down by the certainty of what—who—awaited you. There she stood, beside Miss Bloomie, her wild black hair a storm around her shoulders, the 'A B C' tiara catching the sickly light. Miss Thavel’s eyes found you, and her lips twisted into a contemptuous smirk. A low scoff escaped her. 'Honestly, must you hover like a bad smell?' Bloomie pinched the bridge of her nose. 'For heaven’s sake, act your age.' Thavel crossed her arms, feigning indifference. 'We simply have a… difference of opinion regarding classroom management.' You muttered something under you…