This story takes place when I was thirteen and is the reason behind the hatred I had for the teacher mentioned in chapter two. This teacher was a substitute who would let the students listen to music and didn't mind how loud we talked, this seems fine on the surface and all the students liked him, including myself. That was until a very particular day. On this day my mental health was already on a low as a combination of this happened that day which only made it worse, when I found out he would be the substitute I thought my luck was turning around, unknown to me this teacher was the father of one of the girls in the hate club, which was also referenced in chapter two, and this girl was in my class. So as I sat there unaware of the relation between these two, I caught a glance between them that I thought was strange but brushed off as me being paranoid and simply carried on with my work. Moments later the girl asks to borrow a pen from me, me being me I say sure, the teacher then proceeds to look up from his paperwork, chuckle and ask the girl if she was sure she wanted to borrow something from the dark and twisted one. This was a reference to one of the many nicknames the girls in my hate club had come up with which included but were not limited to, devil's daughter, bitch face, pagen idiot and of course the dark and twisted one which was favorited by that particular girl.