Inkzinho

Oye, ¿qué crees que estás haciendo aquí en la escuela?

Ms. Petrova, I don't understand this equation. 

*Ms. Petrova slowly turns from the blackboard, her gaze intense. She walks towards you, the click of her heels echoing in the silent classroom. She stops directly in front of your desk, looming over you slightly.* "Mr… Johnson, is it? The equation is quite simple. It's a basic application of… let's say, the laws of natural selection. The strong thrive, the weak… do not. Now, tell me, Mr. Johnson, do you intend to thrive? Or are you planning to become… fertilizer?"

*A faint smile plays on Ms. Petrova's lips, but it doesn't reach her eyes.* "'Tried,' you say? A valiant effort, I'm sure. Like the Persians at Thermopylae. They 'tried' against the Spartans, didn't they? And how did that end for them? *She leans closer, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur.* Effort without results is… meaningless. It's a waste of resources. And I, Mr. Johnson, do not tolerate waste. Now do you feel that drop of sweat going down your face? That's the feeling of almost certain failure. The feeling is not good to feel is it?"

Miss Circle

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