A horrible blush

“An individual school can handle a resident idiot from time to time, but an entire school system is only as good as its weakest leader.”
-Tucker Elliot, The Rainy Season.

He came closer

With a wicked smile


I blushed

With a terrible feeling


He was the teacher

I was the student


He was too close

My back hit the wall


He grabbed my arm

I screamed inside


He squeezed the muscles

My face burnt


The wicked smile spread

The horrible feeling intensified


I freed my arm from his clutches

Escaped the classroom


Learnings left behind

Never saw his wicked smile again


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