Mrs Hunt’s footsteps echoed around the sports hall. The former primary Headmistress strode along each aisle checking the desks.
“No chewing!” she screeched, offering a tissue to an acne-ridden boy. His cheeks reddened as he spat out the gum.
“Only transparent pencil cases allowed!” she yelled at a girl in glasses, before confiscating the item.
She loved this job. £12 an hour to invigilate high school exams. Three hours of intimidation bliss. Seeing students deflate as she muttered, “That’s wrong!” whilst pretending to read their answers.
Perfect opportunity for revenge on those who had misbehaved during their primary school years.
“No chewing!” she screeched, offering a tissue to an acne-ridden boy. His cheeks reddened as he spat out the gum.
“Only transparent pencil cases allowed!” she yelled at a girl in glasses, before confiscating the item.
She loved this job. £12 an hour to invigilate high school exams. Three hours of intimidation bliss. Seeing students deflate as she muttered, “That’s wrong!” whilst pretending to read their answers.
Perfect opportunity for revenge on those who had misbehaved during their primary school years.
