>>4237 I decided to go ahead and do it.

Rodney twirled the pencil in his hand, while his fingernails, desperately in need of clipping, picked bits of eraser off the end and threw it on the floor. He looked, face red and eyes narrowed, at Miss Bernstein. Her eyes glared firmly across the desk back at Rodney, who hoped she failed to notice that he was glimpsing more of her cleavage than her face.

"So, Mister Nguyen, do you know why I have called you in here?"

Of course he knew; his bitch of a sister was a snitch. However, he nodded his head and continued fidgeting with his pencil.

"Your sister informed me that you kept peaking at her test and copying her answers, and that you threatened to hit her if she tried to stop you."

Rodney broke off the rest of his eraser and threw it under her desk. His fist tightened around the pencil. Miss Bernstein tried to look into his eyes, as if to read his mind.

"I don't know how many times have you been caught cheating in my class alone? How many times since you have been going to this school? Principal Smith warned you that you would be expelled if he receives one more report about you. You are eighteen now, and this school is under no legal obligations to keep you here."

She reached into a bowl of chocolates and shoved a handful into her mouth, then picked up the phone. Rodney's eyes widened.

"My dad will kill me if I get expelled. Let me slide, please."

"If I let you slide, I'd have to let everyone slide. You're not special. Just like I tell every student, you need to think about the consequences of your actions before you carry them out."

Miss Bernstein stuffed her mouth with another handful of chocolates and started to dial numbers.

Rodney's memories of the following second would be blurry whenever he tried to recall them; his left hand shot out to grab the phone, while his right hand shot out, with what he remembered was the intent to punch her in the face. Miss Bernsteins eyes widened in terror, and the next sight Rodney could recall was the chocolates she just shoved into her mouth dropping out of her mouth, coated red with blood. Blood also sprayed from her throat. The pencil in the grip of his right hand, with half of it buried in the teacher's throat.

Simultaneously, Miss Bernstein dropped the phone just as Rodney loosened his grip on the pencil. She let out a croaking, gurgling, scream, and both hands gripped the the pencil. She panicked, and broke off the end, with the remaining piece still lodged in her throat. She collapsed onto the floor. Rodney just stood in front of her desk, his body shaking and eyes twitching, as his teacher died on the other side. He saw her hand grab slap the desk in an attempt to pull herself up four times, only to collapse back to the floor.

After ten minutes of silence, Rodney broke from his stasis and looked over on the other side. Miss Bernstein was flat on her back, and unmistakably dead. Her mouth gapped open, with her tongue lolling out of her mouth, and blood still oozing from her lips. Her top was ripped down the middle, with one bare breast hanging out of her bra. She pissed herself; a large puddle of piss mixed with the puddle of blood pooling around and beneath her corpse.

Rodney Nguyen's family called the police when he failed to return home. They found him sitting next to the corpse of Michelle Bernstein, lifting the dead woman's exposed breast and watching it fall, at one in the morning.