Nervously, Jack sat down in the principal’s office after first period. Mr Grey just stared at Jack with his blank colorless eyeballs. He slowly licked his lips and whispered to Jack, “you know, I’ve dealt with a lot of your type.”
“Wha… wha… what… type … am I ?”
“Your type Is – annoying, no good, stupid brats.”
“Then what’s your type? Wait, wait,” Jack said urgently, “I know your type – BIG FAT CABBAGE LOVER who’s wasted his life teaching at a school!!!”
Mr Grey walked round and round the room then, he reached the rulers. “You know Jack, you’re annoying!” BANG!!!