Silence - Five minutes Freewrite

“If you have any thoughts, please let me know,” He says adjusting his glasses so that it balances on the bridge of his nose.

I will my self to say something, just this once, but my courage fails me. His contrivance bothers me, his every word taunting me.

It would have been so much easier if I didn't have to see him every day.

To stare into those mocking eyes and pretend that I see what others see...my history teacher.

Sarah raises her hands, and I feel his gaze skirt pass me before landing on her.

“Yes,” he says with that misogynistic clamour I have come to hate.

“I have a question sir,”

He chuckles, that slow rhythmic chortle, the same one he used when as he slipped out of me the first time.

And I squeeze my hands to form fists to keep them from shaking...
drawing my legs closer and tighter, feeling suddenly exposed.

“Of course do,” he says, smiling an all knowing smile, and I wish I could slap it off his face.

There is a slight change in her tone, making me suspect I am not the only person.

“Only when you clear your minds of the blemishes caused by doubt…”

Blemish he says

The words feel directed at me.

I want to stand up to him. Share my thoughts of how he abuses me, taints me. I want to stand up and brand him a paedophile in front of the all class, but I'm scared...

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