The English Teacher

She stared at it.

...It stared back.

She stared harder.

...It stared back relentlessly.

She stared, her eyes bulging and her intense glare turned on to full power.

...It didn't move its even more intense gaze.

She sighed, blinked, turning off her sizzling Look, and leaned back in her chair.

Beside her, her friend laughed very quietly but very hysterically. "I told you you'd never outstare Midna. She's too good at glaring."

"Midna is NOT good at glaring!"

A teacher's voice, "Girls, be quiet. And Wei-Wei, stop staring at that stupid picture. AGAIN."

"But - "

"No Buts," some of the immature boys giggled (yes, giggled), and the teacher closed his eyes momentarily in annoyance and repeated, "No Buts. It's a picture of a fictional character from a video game. It's not worth staring at for hours and hours and arguing over whether the fictional character is good at staring or not. Because it's fictional, and your staring at it is useless."

"But - "

"NO BUTS. I'm starting to get a annoyed now, and if you try my patience any longer, you will find yourself in big trouble."

He walked back to his desk, sat down, and sighed. His students were being very annoying and very infuriating in this particular English lesson, and he was just about at the limit.

The very same girl that was staring at the picture of the fictional character from the video game raised her hand meekly.

The teacher turned his head slowly towards her, and stared at her in half disgust, half annoyance; she cowered from his powerful gaze.

"Yes?"

His quiet, deadly voice filled the silence.

"I- I..." she stammered, squirming, "I- I need to go to the bathroom."

"THEN GO."

The teacher's voice thundered through the room, penetrating all four walls of the classroom and echoed through the open door through to the hallways of the entire school. The girl jumped up, mumbled a quick "Yes sir" and bolted out the door.

The echo of his voice died and the classroom was left in tense, uncomfortable silence once again.

The English Teacher was mad, and somebody was going to get hurt.

He opened his desk drawer, and in it gleamed...

A big, black, metal object. It was...