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This story is based on an anonymous request. The story describes a maths teacher.(mightttttbeeemineee.😉)
The story contains the name of the black widow and the black beauty.
I didn't mean to offend anyone, but this is a reality account, black widow belongs to marvel studios and black beauty to her author.
The little ideas are taken from ' the strange haunting of model high school'
The story contains rough story is not written by a person called khushboo verma,based on a few threatens a person got, she complained, and i updated this fic. today, at 20 january 2016 in india.
Thank you
Merci
Arigetou
Dhanyavaad
Shukriya.
Here goes nothing.
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She would smile as if nothing happened.
the floor crackled in warning. Panic erupted in the room, students eager to get to their seats.i could have rolled my eyes over the situation.
The doors flung open.
She came in, steps heavy, every movement so serene, it could make a ghost petrified. I wanted to laugh at her bulgy structure, but she thumped her books on the table(and i flinched, of course!) and the situation dropped to a serious aura.
I wanted to tear my book and run.
Her eyes betrayed the look of hate.
(god, give me a bat.)
The ma'am fannies were immediately glistening with joy. I could have upturned something on the black-not -so beauty of our class.
We mumbled out a humble'goooood mooooorning ma'am..'
She didn't need a good morning, she deserved to be boiled in cabbage broth.
We got a lousy 'goood AFTERNOON children. Settle down.'
Now i was rolling with muffled laughter at the audacity of this women. She began speaking something mathematical, to me it was Spanish.
Did i tell that she loves to race?
Ofcourse she does. Why? I am writing the third question and she is finishing the fifty fifth one.
Her fingers cackle with glee.
The monologue begins, something about banks and savings and whatnot.
Her voice is even, not so even because of the decibel rate in her voice.
She plonks over her favourites, savaging the ones with incomplete work. I make puns, sitting at the last.
The hundred rupee smile comes forth on her face as we boil in tension. The smile, it could confuse Einstein. It was voluptous, full of malevolence. For an instance, her mouth would go up at the edges and would be in a straight line in the middle. It gives me heebie jeibies.

She adjusted her glasses.
(😠😡😢😢😢😢😢😢😭😭😭😭😭😭😵😵😵😵😵 😷😷😷😠😠😠😠😡😓😓😓😢😣😞😞😞😞😞😞l-l-let let me out laalalalaala l-let me outlalalalalala)
My poor , darling brain would scream at me till my ears are red.
My eyes want a seperate mouth to laugh at the wonky hands. My mouth wants to penetrate the walls of laughter control.
I hide under my seat.
The black widow,( as i named her) ransacks my register. I make a tiny plea but continue laughing.
Her phone rings and she walks out of the class.(a gaurdian angel to the caller.)
We scream we shout.
The girl at my side would space out. The black widow would bedraggle my register again. Madaam e crowie would scribble feverously.
And i would laugh my day off.
She would come back and continue the torcher.
Continue.
Continue.
Continue.
I want to sleep.
Black widow stares.
Is there a big-red target drawn on my head?💃
bell.
It was un pioneer like, but angelic.
I wanted to perform a foxtrot step.
My brain skated figures of eight in my head.
And all i could do was smile.
And all i could do was smile.

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