Call me Crazy: Saved by the Bell

“It’s no problem, Seth. I’m capable of doing it on my own, thanks. You’re dismissed.” He waved me off and turned his back on me. He did NOT just turn down that perfectly sincere and courteous act of initiative; not again. I was seeing red and visibly trembling with fury, my feet rooted on the ground.

I heard the soft rustling of his jacket as he ran the rectangular eraser down the length of the smooth white board, deleting the existence of the ebony coloured ink on its immaculate surface. I could’ve been the one doing that. My eyebrows knitted together as he did the job haphazardly and with little respect. Honestly! He doesn’t even know what the hell he’s doing! He’s jerking the eraser all over the board! What did the board ever do to him? Stupid professor can’t even be nice to white boards. White boards stand behind professors like him all day long, a teaching material that makes life for them easier. And while she lets him write terrible graffiti on her pure whiteness, what does he do to repay her? Scrub her face raw, that’s what.

I stuffed my fist into my pocket and it made contact with something cold. Pulling it out, I saw the silver sign pen my therapist gave me last Christmas. A series of “what if’s” ran through my head. Stepping closer to the elevated platform the professor teaches on, I started thinking about what part of his anatomy to stab repeatedly. Silently, I crept behind him. He didn’t even notice me as I raised my pen, prepared to stab him at the nape of his neck. I brought it down with as much force as I can and ended up stabbing nothing but air. He had bent down to pick up the eraser that he’d dropped the same time I was about to stab him.

“Shit!” I cussed and raised the pen for the second time.

“Seth? What are you still doing here?” He asked, finally noticing my presence.

Oh nothing, I was just about to stab you repeatedly until there are so many holes in several parts of your anatomy and your blood is all over the place. I bit back the urge to deliver the statement with a fairly sadistic smirk. But then again, my therapist didn’t react well when I did that to him so I don’t think my professor will react well either.

“Nothing. I forgot something.” I shrugged, realizing that I still had the pen poised and ready to stab. “My pen. I left my pen.” I twirled the pen around my fingers and lowered my arm.

“I see.” He raised an eyebrow but nodded nonetheless.

My hand tightened around the pen as he pulled out a drawer from the teachers’ desk and dropped the eraser in. My jaw dropped. What is wrong with this guy?! He just dropped a helpless eraser into the dark and not to mention dusty confines of a rickety old table drawer! He shut the drawer and picked up his suitcase.

“Well...I really must be going. Good day, Mr. Raeburn.” He nodded and headed towards the door, leaving me standing there, shaking with fury. I gritted my teeth and turned to the unworthy scum that calls himself an honourable educator. He’d barely reached the door. I still had time. Leaping into action, I ran after him.

Get ready to die...

“NO SETH! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!”

My rubber shoes squeaked against the smooth floor as I screeched to a halt, obeying the loud shrieking of the bell.

“Mr. Raeburn?” My professor was at the door, staring at me as if I’d grown another head. “The bell’s rung. Hurry to your next class.”

He left and I was alone.