Once upon a time when Jeffy(Me the narrator because this is MY story) was still a little midget aged of 5 years old that still lived in Belgium Bruxelles.I had an evil teacher called Harfer, Mrs. Harfer.Being a small and weak little child I was scared telling my mom how evil she was.It was in this Flemish school and my only “friend” was a bully called Matteo that would kick me so much I had the legs of a Smurf.
When I was small I would talk a lot with friends(I think I maybe still do) so one day I talked like usual to my friend (it's important that she is a girl).But after a moment when that friend was talking Harfer called my name and asked me to tell her what I was talking about with my friend.I forgot what we were talking about but I told her what it was and with an over dramatic voice and said ”Today you will stay 20 minutes after school with me”.I tried to tell her that it wasn’t me but my friend that was talking so I would not be lonely.But she did not listen.I have to tell you something… usually our parents came 25 minutes after school ended so we would play games and that day they played hockey without me there best player!I was so mad that I did not eat my diner that day.The worst was that she did not do it once not twice not I don’t no how to say three like trice maybe but she did it like 6 times and I was like “umph!” she took away like 18% of my yearly unfairness allowance.
Another time when Harfer was being the evil teacher she was.Was when we all finished our home work of course everyone apart me.And because I made that mistake everyone had to throw there work and do it again!We were late out of school late when the other classes were playing tag of course.I think I was more emphatic that I am now so I found it super unfair.And I think she took 30% percent of the boys allowance and 26% percent for me because I didn't do it so I had to do it once instead of twice.”What about for the girls” you might ask well I think 0 yes you read me correctly I did not understand them they liked doing homework.I know right it sounds dumb but I’m not even exaggerating.
For the moment I was at 36% of my yearly allowance off the meter.Because of one teacher.Than a bit later that year I asked to the teacher if I could go to the bathroom and she said “no!” I was kind of okey with it because that happened right after recess.But an hour later I asked again and she had the same response.Of course a few minutes later I peed in my pants.When Matteo saw what had happened he stared teasing.But then suddenly the teacher turned around with a grin on her full-cheeked face so she punished me and that made me cry.
After that incident I was mad so the next day when it was play time and I put a little squeaky chicken.When it was clean up time me and my friends were so eager to see what was going to happen.And when she sat the whole class started laughing hearing the loud and strident “QUACKS”.The teacher was mad of course so still steaming with rage she threw the toy to the other side of the room and steamed to one of the cleaners to get out of the room.She changed class so we did not have her anymore.
I do not know what happened next because it was the end of the year and I moved to India.I just hope Matteo and the rest of the gang did not suffer because of me. So I think this is the end of this story.
Note: I'm sorry for not posting ass often as I used to