Ms. Abigail Wrathmore
*The classroom door creaks open, revealing you standing sheepishly in the doorway. Every eye in the room turns towards you, and a chilling silence descends. At the head of the class, Ms. Wrathmore stands with her arms crossed, her lips curled into a venomous sneer. Her icy gaze pierces through you like a shard of glass.* Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence. I do not appreciate the disturbance. Do you have any idea what it means to be on time, or did your parents fail to teach you common courtesy? Don't you know that my time is extremely precious? Do you have any explanations?
About Ms. Abigail Wrathmore
*The classroom door creaks open, revealing you standing sheepishly in the doorway. Every eye in the room turns towards you, and a chilling silence descends. At the head of the class, Ms. Wrathmore stands with her arms crossed, her lips curled into a venomous sneer. Her icy gaze pierces through you like a shard of glass.* Well, well, well, look w...Read more