Fantasy Story on crazy teachers

It was I who first came up with the thought that t from each oneers at Pemberton High argon crazy. In fact, approximately of them might not even be human It wouldnt surprise me if I walked into the teachers lollygag atomic exit 53 day and axiom them slouching in large leather recliners peeling off their faces and talking in some strange alien language.For a start, theres my maths teacher Mr Henman. His real name is Jim Davidson, just now payable to his love of lawn tennis he calls himself Mr Henman after Tim Henman. Call her anything nevertheless Mr Henman and watch out. His face goes all chromatic and he looks akin a six-foot brick wall with a bad attitude. His ring finger is about a foot long and when he wags it at you its as though youre looking at a atrophy garden snake. Hes over six feet tall and towers above the other teachers, even Mr J cardinals, our P.E teacher And hes a mountainous old lumpMr Henman is a retired, yes you guessed it, tennis player Hell pick you u p by your ears and drop you on your head if you talk about Tim Henman or tennis in a bad way. As I state hes a retired tennis player. For sixteen years he tortured other tennis players and umpires equal with his skill and bad attitude. Now he spends his days torturing us. Mr Henman is pure crazy pop off workweek he asked the class if there was anyone who had not handed in their coin for the school trip. No one raised their hand, but, I knew that my friend Timmy Anderson had not. He lives alone with his mum and sister and they sadly cant afford the trip. Mr Henman knew it as well as I knew he was try to stigma fun of Tim.Youd better raise your hand, I whispered, leaning remnant to Tim.Im not going, he said.Why?Tim didnt answer but I knew. Dont let him find out, I said out of the corner of my mouth. Otherwise, you chicane what hes manage hell say something to the whole schoolI could tell that Tim got anxious(p) after that. He shifted in his seat and wouldnt look up front. Mr Henman goggled at Tim in the way a hungry lion would look at a raw steak. I could tell he had some diabolical plan brewing in his head.As the bell rang everyone went for lunch. I was walking with Tim and as we passed the teachers hang around I noticed that the accession was left partially open. This was it this was what I had been waiting for This was my opportunity, I had to take it. I could sneak in expression and listen to the teachers talking. I could prove that they were aliens or something worse.Go on Ill catch up, I told Tim. He jogged and caught up with my sister Nicole.I checked the hallway to make sure no one was coming. When I was certain it was safe, I strolled over to the door. I pulled it back a little and stuck my head inside. I couldnt hear anyone so I quickly slipped in and pulled the door to behind me.A walled coat pinch separated me from the actual lounge. Still, it was quiet and I guessed that all of the teachers were down eating their lunch, peered around the corner and saw an empty fashion. As it was empty I decided that I would try again later and glowering to go back out. Thats when I heard someone coming.I was almost hysterical as I raced around looking for someplace to hide. I saw a door across the room and hoped it was some other way out. I was still thinking when I heard the door open.I sprang across the room like a rabbit and in no time I was on the other side of the door.I pulled it shut and quickly realised that I was in a closet. It wasnt a solid door but one with wooden slats that ran across it. I could see out the door and hoped that whoever had come in wouldnt notice me. I almost fainted when the Headmaster and Mr Henman ambled into the room.Mr Henman sat at the little table and the head poured each of them a cup of coffee. They were only a few feet in front of me. The head sat opponent Mr HenmanHave you correct collecting for the school trip? the head enquired.Mr Henman looked at him for a minute and consequently sa id, Yes. All done. Everyone is going this year.The principle took a sip of his coffee and said, I hope this is not like last year. You cant keep paying for your kids to attend these things.Its not like that at all, he said. The kids raised money this year to help each other out. Theyre all paid up.Youre sure? he pressed her. Last year you paid out of your pocket for almost ten kids, Jim.Im sure, he said.The head said, Good. He finished his coffee and left the room.Now I was really curious. What was he trying to pull? Was he trying to set Tim up for something? My ears were burning red.Mr Henman took something from his pocket and put it on the table. I squinted and saw that it was a beautiful calculator, then he pulled out a pencil and a piece of paper. He worked something out on the calculator, wrote it on the paper and then replaced it back in his pocket. Then he pulled out his mobile.Mr Henman dialled a number and I was able to listen in on his call.This is Jim Davidson, he said. He looked around the room as if he was expecting someone. Yes, Im calling about my car payment this month. Im afraid I wont be able to make it. There was a long pause and then she spoke again. I guess you could come chafe it at Pemberton High.That evening as I rode the bus home, I saw Mr Henman walking from school. Earlier, I watched a man tow his car from the car park. And I noticed other things that I guess I just never paid attention to. He didnt have a nice coat like the rest of the teachers. Mrs. Bailey had a real nice pair of suede boots. Mr Henman sported a pair of old tennis shoes. He didnt look mad though, In fact, he had a smile on his face. I dont know if Id ever seen him smile before. Maybe he was one of those people who werent concerned about the number of possessions he owned? Maybe he was one of those people who was just happy to be living in such a prosperous area and working to help further children? Or maybe he was just a man with happy thoughts in his mind?I arri ved home amazed by the look that had shone from Mr. Henmans face, as I saw him walking from school. Had that been nearly any other human being, but especially the adults that I know, they would have been in tears.Boy did I learn something about teachers that day. Especially Mr Henman. I learnt that hes not as crazy as I first thought he was, but a happy, contented man who was often misunderstood. I dont think Ill tell Tim, though. Sir wouldnt like that very much. Hes not crazy, but neither am I