Her aura was so intense,
Each step she took silenced a nearby class instantly.
No emotion.
Not a single decibel of sound.
You could hear heartbeats—
Real, terrified heartbeats.
More classes went quiet,
Until only one remained:
11-D, our neighboring class.
Then—boom.
Silence hit louder than any sound.
The air thickened.
Shoulders felt heavy.
Books flew from desks in distress.
Another shiver ran down my spine.
I felt cold.
Not from the weather—
From fear.
The door creaked open slowly.
"Good morning, 11-E learners,"
A demonic voice said.
From that tone alone,
We knew it was not a good morning.
We prayed she wouldn't check the homework.
We'd all forgotten our books at home.
But our class mastermind had a plan.
Qhawe—always two steps ahead.
He distracted her by writing corrections on the board,
Slowly.
Painfully slowly.
Giving us time to scribble fake homework
In random books from our backpacks.
All that effort?
Wasted.
She didn't check the homework.
Or so we thought.
Instead, she rearranged our seating.
To her liking.
Since I'm the quiet kid—
Might as well call me Sasuke—
I wasn't seen as a threat.
She left me untouched.
But made Buhle sit with me.
Honestly, I was fine alone.
I enjoy my food.
They don't call me Mr. Flavour for nothing.
People break hearts.
Food heals souls.
Sitting with someone triggered my anxiety.
I think I'm the male version of Komi-san.
Can't communicate.
Mrs. Mathew instructed us to write the date
And the topic of the day:
Mutually Exclusive Events.
Which reminded me of Roblox's coding language—Lua.
She gave us a "quick" activity.
Quick, my ass.
This is math.
Our brains had so many insecurities,
We didn't even trust that 1 + 1 = 2
Without verifying it on a calculator.
For once, the class was quiet.
Maybe someone finally won
The Who's the Loudest competition.
We did our work without delay.
The activity was a breeze, though.
I'm a pro when it comes to statistics.
As usual, my desk neighbors—Nazi and Mbali—
Forgot their textbooks.
So, being the gentleman I am,
I shared mine.
The teacher roamed the room
Like a predator searching for prey.
Breathe too loud,
And you'd appear on her radar.
Unfortunately, my row didn't go unnoticed.
She checked our books one by one.
To her surprise,
We'd all written the homework.
Identical entries.
Thanks to Qhawe,
Our class mastermind.
But seriously—
You just remembered to check now?
Over 40 days later?
Must be polygamy issues.
Why was she even surprised?
She gave us that homework last term.
Then the bell rang.
She gave us new homework,
And left the class
Just as grumpy as she entered.
I checked the timetable.
Next up:
My first additional language—English.
My favorite subject.
But our English teacher?
He's feared.
Feared like no other.
I think he's even scarier than the principal—
A man who can scatter students
Just by walking past them.
Without saying a word.
Compared to him,
Our principal looks like child's play.
This man's aura is unmatched.
He can win arguments against women.
Even our parents switch tone
At the sight of him.