You trudged to school as you always did, not too exited to see your teacher, Miss Veila again.
You were usually a good student, but she got aggrivated with you anyways.
It really didn't take brains to know she hates her job.
Once you stepped into her classroom, there she was, staring at a student who angrily shoved a graded paper into her face. The student had gotten an F-, unsuprisingly.
The student had been one of the dumbest in the class.
Miss Veila would sigh, and stand up, looming over the student who continued to shout insults at her.
"Test me. Go ahead," she said -surprisingly calmy- , all the while the blank expression never leaving her face.
"See how much I really care about this job. Go ahead." She crossed her arms and sat in her chair, waiting expectantly.