I wasn’t even the regular teacher, I was a sub. The regular teacher conveniently called in sick leaving me with these spoiled brats. I didn’t even...want to do this job, but I needed extra cash. Lovely.As the last student exited the room, I went over to eject Frozen from the DVD player. What an overrated movie. Packing up the DVD I checked the power on the projector and went into the back room to grab my things. Hearing the door open, I peak my head out and see one of the female students. She mustn't go too far."Where were you guys this morning around 10:00 AM?"I glanced at Chloe, then at the dean."Chloe was in the emergency room from the bus accident. I was with her. Is that when Amy disappeared?"The dean blinked. "You can prove this?" she asked, her voice even more weary than before."Call the hospital," Chloe replied.Ms. Day, Chloe, and I stood on the green beneath the rustling oak. Leaning against its trunk, Chloe leered and thrust out her chest. She squirmed and shifted her. But, please remember, criticism is not BAD. I hate to keep harping on this, but criticism -- the real, true kind of criticism, is both good and bad. A good critic will point out what you did right and will not just slam you for what you did wrong but will help you see a better way to do it. There isn't one of us here who couldn't improve. (bdt) I would expect such criticism, I also think that the author of he story would be the harshest critic (Chilli) BD, it's strange -- some authors are their. Enjoy your fucking? he asked no! im still crying, did you tell her to do that? I told him nope lol I just asked her to make sure they were in you. She told me she fucked you with them after the fact lol said you loved it he laughed fuck no I didnt love it! That was my fucking mother! I protested to fucking bad slut, get used to it! he replied now get some sleep you have a hard day in the morning lol I knew it was going to be a hard day, no doubt about it. I spent the next few hours tossing and.