“Boooooooring!” exclaimed Marisa bored witless during a mathematics lesson, whilst she threw her feet on the desk. “Take your feet off the desk this instant young lady!” shouted the hysterical Ms. Daemon as she had a swig of her “coffee”.
             “Why should I?” asked the arrogant Marisa, tossing her hair off her shoulder with a sly smile. “Warning one, if you get a second warning you’re in the focus room!” Ms. Daemon was ready to cut Marisa’s throat out with a key, but was previously suspended for her cruel acts of “discipline” so she had to patiently wait for Marisa to make one more mistake, in order for her to fully inflict the mental torture she was all to well acquainted with. Ms. Daemon was a particularly queer woman, selfish in a way with a blunt sense of humor. She was quite eccentric in how she acted and how she treated others, for example she would not open the windows in summer or put on the air conditions, rather she turned on the heater. Or she would wear thongs showing her eczema and tinea infested toenails. Her very breath reeked of a thousand dead carcasses rotting amidst an ocean of urine.
            
             Oh how Marisa despised Ms. Daemon and how Ms. Daemon despised Marisa back. Once Marisa keyed Ms. Demon’s car because she gave her a bad mark on an oral report that Marisa had spent so much time on. Then once Ms. Daemon “accidentally” stuck out her foot and tripped Marisa, so the feud had been going on for a few months ever since Ms. Daemon came to the school. Of course the feud is not all Ms. Daemon’ fault because there is always two sides to the story, but nonetheless this teacher was a very temperamental person. It was rumoured that she was related to the “Manson family” but she denied it even with all the police records and evidence, but then hey you can’t hold it against a person that their relatives were p...