the hellfire club

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Currently listening to: Sleepwalker – Ava Max

Sleepwalker, dream of me wherever you go
If I take you home, I’ll turn you to a
Sleepwalker, eyes are burnin’ open or closed
Thought you should know, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
I’m an obsession, not just a game
It feels like inception, stuck in your brain, oh-oh-oh
Sleepwalker, dream of me wherever you go
Remember, I told you so

How would your former teachers describe you?

Prompt created by yours truly. 
Feel free to use any prompts for June that I post and/or tag me.
I’d love to read your responses.

Preface: I was severely bullied all through grade school + criticized incessantly from my mom.. and to be frank, I was tired of it. But instead of taking it out on the sources, I took it out on poor Mr. Johnson.

I’m pretty sure my 7th grade phys ed and homeroom teacher, Mr. Johnson, hated my little guts, especially the first two quarters of the year. I was an absolute terror. This was the beginning of my rebellious state.

Every morning, I’d come into class with a negative and hostile mindset and loudly tell him to fuck off whilst flipping him the bird. I could hear the other students snicker and others gasp. Initially, he was pretty appalled by my bad-itude and level of disrespect I was serving and if I’m going to be honest, I was shocked at myself too. I wasn’t normally like this, but in a way it felt good to let the rage out. I had no other outlet and the anger I buried deep within was now spilling over like molten lava. He never said much about my behavior nor did he report me to the principal or call my parents. There wasn’t even a blemish on my report card either.

He probably thought that whatever I was going through at 11 years old would blow over or maybe he didn’t want to get involved? Surprisingly, I was still able to maintain good grades and scored high on the Minnesota Comprehensive Assessment (statewide standardized test). Either way, he let me be…

The only reprieve Mr. Johnson got from me and my hellcat conduct was when I had my monthly period (I went to the library instead of going to swim class with the other female students) and by the third quarter, Sam had entered my life and I was living my own hell… by then, I did a 180 and became a quiet recluse.

But damn, I wish Mr. Johnson could see me now. I’d want to apologize to him for being a bag of dicks in junior high school. He’d probably be in disbelief. I also hope he’d be proud of me and who I’ve become.