The Dunce

THE DUNCE

CHER BEAR

Over at this school in North Carolina, one day, this English class taught by Mr. Michael Thornton turned out to be one unusual class for all his students. Which class he made up to be an all boys’ class.

All of his students, especially, this one student, the teacher’s son, Robert, always, at the age of six, certainly, was brought up by his father to be the most different boy in the whole class. Because his father, always, had the disposition, a friendly one, which his two sons, twins, Robert and Mike Jr., have, always, admired in him, neither one of his sons thought anything of his weird ways of holding his English class.

One thing, which, always, seemed to stand out from the ways, in which the teacher would hold his classes, five days a week, was the fact. That he never wanted any child in any of his classes, for that matter, to bring him, any dentures to class. Which one of the boys in the class, thought as being funny just because he didn’t believe in bringing any apples to give to the teacher. He, always, seemed to feel very odd about a teacher, accepting any apples from him at any time.

But one thing about the teacher, which all of his students, always, seemed to notice about him. Is the certain way in which he never looked at any of his students, directly, in the eyes except for his twin sons? And because the teacher seemed to make it a habit from the beginning, every single one of his students started thinking of him as being very weird.

Whenever any of his students’ would brings him, an apple, he just would be afraid to say anything about why he liked any of his students, giving him as a teacher, an apple. Any boy, who happened to bring his teacher, an apple, just to try to please his teacher, the teacher would just leave the apple on his desk. Until the teacher, started wondering why a student would go out of his way to do this for the teacher.

And Mr. Thornton, usually, didn’t show any interest in any apple, he would receive from any of his students until the end of class, that day, the apple was given to him.

What none of his students seemed to notice about their teacher was that he was considered to be abnormal by the principal of the school. And this happened to be true, because of the way, the teacher would, always; act is he was so distant to all of his students.

One thing, which the teacher never wanted of the students in his English class to know, was that it was a strong possibility. That he could have some vampire blood in him. Even though, his twin sons, Michael Jr. and Robert, from when they had been just about one year old, seemed to think just by the way, their father, always, treated them at home. That in him being a father, he was quite different from any of their friends’ fathers in every way.

One thing, which none of Mr. Thornton’s students never like about him at any time, was the odd way, in which he seemed to, always, approach them at the end of class just before it became time to leave for the next class, that day.

What started his students, in thinking he was quite weird, was the way; Mr. Thornton would finish teaching the last lesson for the day’s class. He would, with him in a stance, where he had his body turned, completely, facing the blackboard, paint the shape of a witch’s baton on the blackboard. And then, when he was finished doing this, then, he would turn around to face the class. Trying not to meet the gaze of any of his students.

Then, Mr. Thornton would at random, pick out one of his students. And he would, actually, wink at that boy. He would send that child, the message through of mouth. That that boy hasn’t been doing his lessons right for that day, while acting like he was checking that boy’s papers after they have been turned in to him.

At this time, he wouldn’t take the time to sit down at his desk. He would, instead, act like he was very buried in what this certain boy has for his lesson for the day. But the teacher would, in the meantime, still, act like he was afraid to even look at this boy. Instead, he would, on purpose, look away from this student of his, keeping his gaze at a window like he was more interested in what was going on, outside, at that time.

Then, right in front of all the children in his English class, Mr. Thornton would walk right up to that certain child, standing by his desk. Mr. Thornton would say to that certain child, that he was bad for not doing his lessons right, today. In front of all the children in his class, Mr. Thornton would take that child to a corner of the classroom. And make him; sit, there, on a stool. And place this dunce cap on his head. All this time, Mr. Thornton would keep looking away from the child, trying not to meet his gaze.

Then, Mr. Thornton would wait as all the children, who would look at him with curious faces, left at the end of class. With him and the child on the stool in the dunce cap, the only ones in the classroom, get out either black or red paint, depending on which paint, he wanted the child to use for that day. Looking away from the child while standing at his desk, he made that child, paint the stood, black or red, depending on what mood, he was in that day.

After that child, wearing the dunce cap, that day, was through painting the stool, he, suddenly, for no certain reason, would become quite tired, hardly, being able to stand up. So, this child would sink down to the floor not being able to get up without the teacher’s help.

Then, leaving the child on the floor with heavy eyes and in a stupor, which the teacher pulled on him through some magic, he would sit down at his desk. There, at his desk, he would pull his cell phone out of his pocket. And he would give the child’s parents, a phone call. And during this phone call, the teacher would say to the child’s parents, “Is this the child’s mother and father? Well, your child failed to do his lessons for the day in class, the right way like he’s supposed to have done.”

Then, later on, when school’s over; the child would end up getting home later than usual from school. So, his mother and father would talk to Mr. Thornton. Because they thought, he was the one, responsible for their child being home late.

“Is this Mr. Thornton, the English teacher? Well, neither one of us received any phone from you or even the principal, when it time for our child to catch the school bus, back home. And the bus happens to have been late, dropping off out child at the house.”

“It’s not my fault that your child was late getting home. It jus so happens that your child fell asleep after class. And your child had to be taken to the principal’s office. Because I haven’t been able to wake up him up, right away. And your child ended up getting sick after class. And he has been in the sick room all this time.”

“Oh, we see what the situation is. He got sick after class, because he didn’t do his lessons, the way, he should have done. And our child has just walked inside the house. And he’s acting like he’s in some sort of stupor, because he didn’t even act like he saw us at home. Or is glad to be back home to see us, again.”

“In fact, he, almost, had to stay, overnight. And he had to be fed apples, which have been building up on my desk in the classroom. And these apples, I don’t eat. But I thought they would be good for your child to eat to help him get back onto his feet, again.”

What the child’s parents didn’t know was that Mr. Thornton put him under a spell, when he painted the stool, and got tired and fell on the floor, apparently, in a stupor, looking like he was asleep at that time. Another thing, which his parents didn’t know about, was that when it turned dark, outside, that night, the teacher, Mr. Thornton, probably, went ahead. And sucked blood out of the child, supposedly, sick and in a stupor.

The next time, any child put into a stupor and under a spell from teacher, had to be picked up by his parents over at school, the next morning after classes. But the child, who happened to have been in a stupor, overnight, if the teacher didn’t end up getting the urge to take the child’s blood, the principal, would tell the teacher to leave the child, alone. And leave him to himself during class, because the teacher was the one, who, originally, placed the child under his spell.

And the child can’t be free of the teacher’s spell until his parents, end up refusing to let their child, attend school, anymore. Which, usually, ends up happening? And that seemed to be the only way, in which the child could become free of the teacher’s witchery.

Any child, who in the end, never pulled out of his stupor, has ended up being one of the children, who has had his blood, sucked out of him by the teacher. And what happened next, was that any children, which Mr. Thornton never sent back home to his parents, after his parents have wondered for days and nights, where his child had happened to be their child, had to attend a funeral for him over at the school.

The principal ended up being the one, who called the child’s parents about their child being dead and about the funeral being held for him over at the school. But the next day after the child’s death, the parents, usually, show up to pay their last respects to their child. But to their surprise, they find out that Mr. Thornton doesn’t show up at the funeral, held in the school yard for the child.

What Mr. Thornton has been doing to his students in his English class, soon, is understood to be labeled as suspicious by the principal. So, the principal of the school, finally, turned Mr. Thornton in. And he’s tried by the law under suspicion of murder to his students.

The police, soon, found out about this vampire teacher, Mr. Thornton, who ended up getting arrested by the police in the vicinity of Blue Ridge, North Carolina. Mr. Thornton was tried in court for all what he had been doing to his students, placing them all under his spell. And having made all of the children, under his witchery, paint the stool in the classroom, either red or black. So, he could place all of his students, eventually, on the cot in the sick room through the night. And place them all in stupors, one a day and night. So, none of them would even be aware of what happened to each of them while being made to lie down on cots while in a stupor.

All of Mr. Thornton’s students ended up fading away into the darkness under his witchery and dying slow deaths. And by the time, the teacher, actually, had enough evidence against him to arrest him and put him in jail, all of his English class had met their deaths. And the teacher, through court, was tried under charges of first-degree murder on all of his students.

But, once, the teacher was placed in a jail cell, he died from lack of blood. Because he couldn’t live on a human diet. And he was buried in a hole; he had dug out in his jail cell while having sensed his death, coming before him, very fast before him, actually, died.