Fantasy Story on crazy teachers

It was I who first came up with the thought that instructors at Pemberton High are crazy. In fact, nearly of them might not regular(a) be human It wouldnt surprise me if I walked into the teachers lounge one twenty-four hour period and proverb them slouching in large leather recliners peeling off their faces and raging in some strange alien language.For a start, theres my maths teacher Mr Henman. His real name is Jim Davidson, s cable carce due to his love of tennis he calls himself Mr Henman after Tim Henman. Call her anything yet Mr Henman and watch away. His face goes all trigger- elated and he notions like a six-foot brick wall with a bad attitude. His banding finger is about a foot bulky and when he wags it at you its as though youre carriageing at a withering garden snake. Hes over six feet tall and towers above the former(a)(a) teachers, even Mr Jones, our P.E teacher And hes a big old lumpMr Henman is a retired, yes you guessed it, tennis pseudo Hell pick you up by your ears and drop you on your fountainhead if you talk about Tim Henman or tennis in a bad way. As I said hes a retired tennis player. For sixteen years he tortured other tennis players and umpires alike with his skill and bad attitude. without delay he spends his days torturing us. Mr Henman is pure crazyLast week he asked the class if there was anyone who had not handed in their bills for the school trip. No one elevated 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 too I knew he was hearing to make fun of Tim.Youd better raise your hand, I whispered, leaning close to Tim.Im not going, he said.Why?Tim didnt answer but I knew. Dont let him find out, I said out of the landmark of my mouth. Otherwise, you know what hes like hell say something to the whole schoolI could put forward that Tim got nervous after that. He shifted in his seat and wouldnt font up fro nt. Mr Henman goggled at Tim in the way a hungry lion would look at a raw steak. I could prescribe 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 lounge I noticed that the inlet was left over(p) partially open. This was it this was what I had been waiting for This was my opportunity, I had to take it. I could err inside 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 canvass the hallway to make sure no one was coming. When I was genuine it was safe, I strolled over to the door. I pulled it back a minuscule and stuck my head inside. I couldnt hear anyone so I quickly slipped in and pulled the door to behind me.A walled coat rack separated me from the actual lounge. Still, it was placidness and I guessed that all of the teachers were down eating their lunch, pee red reasonable about the corner and see an empty inhabit. As it was empty I decided that I would try again later and turned to go back out. Thats when I perceive someone coming.I was almost hysterical as I raced around looking for someplace to hide. I saw a door crossways the room and hoped it was another 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 t adequate to(p) and the head poured each of them a cup of coffee. They were only a few feet in front of me. The head sat opposite Mr Henman take a leak you holy collecting for the school trip? the head enquired.Mr Henman looke d at him for a minute and and then said, 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 remain 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 nonrecreational up.Youre sure? he pressed her. Last year you paid out of your release 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 onerous 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 small 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 l isten 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 horror-stricken I wont be able to make it. There was a long pause and then she spoke again. I guess you could come position 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 skillful coat like the rest of the teachers. Mrs. Bailey had a real nice dyad 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 citizenry 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 and chi ldren? Or maybe he was just a man with happy thoughts in his mind?I arrived 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. male child 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