Mr. Vanchoia

Being a teacher isn’t all that easy. All these kids that show up, that don’t do their work, that fight in class, or disrupt class, tend to make you lose your hair. Mr. Vonchoia, however, Didn’t have a problem with problem children. He would have a child in his class the first couple days of school, and then they would move away. People couldn’t understand his luck. How could he be so lucky as to not have any problem children in his class. He was a tall, built man, whom never smiled. He had black hair and no one could tell what color his eyes where, but rumor has it that they were red. Mr. Vonchoia was also a good cook. He would only cook if one of the problem children moved away though. One student, Chad, never moved in his life. He and his Family had lived in the same town since the beginning of the town. Chad was a rebel. He didn’t like to do anything the teacher told him to do. When he got into Mr. Vonchoia’s class he wanted to be the worst kid he ever had been. Chad had heard the rumors about Vonchoia and he wasn’t about to move anytime soon. The first day of school, Chad sat in the back row of Vonchoia’s class. Vonchoia was standing in the front of the room glaring at Chad. Vonchoia knew right away that Chad was a trouble maker. He would watch his every move. Mr. Vonchoia realized that he should start the class when the bell rang, so he turned around and wrote his name on the board. As he was writing he said to the class, “You must write my name with your perfect handwriting, correctly, over and over again until you fill up one whole page, front and back.” Some students started to moan, and Mr. Vonchoia turned around quickly and said, “Make that two pages. I don’t take well to moans. If I hear it, you get more work. Get started.” Vonchoia finished writing his name on the board. He turned to the class and noticed there was a piece of paper on the floor in the front row. He walked up to where the paper was and looked out into the crowd of students. He was looking for a guilty face. When he ran his eyes across Chad’s face, he knew exactly who it was. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the paper. A student in one of the middle rows quickly ran and picked it up and threw it away. Vonchoia went back to the board and wrote on the top left hand corner of the board, 1. Paper on the floor. He turned to the class. “Three strikes you’re out.” Then he noticed smaller, wet, piece of paper on the floor by his feet. Vonchoia gave Chad an evil glare. He turned around and wrote, 2. Spit wad. Chad grinned and wondered what would happen at 3. He really wanted it to happen. He would wait until just before the end of class to do it though. Vonchoia stood in front of the class stareing at everyone as they wrote his name on 2 pages, front and back, of paper. He didn’t move anything but his eyes. He was very intimidating. Chad didn’t do anything all class. He just watched Vonchoia. Two minutes before the bell rang for class to be over, Vonchoia turned around and wrote on the board, 3. Not participating. Then he turned around and looked at Chad. “See me after Class.” Chad laughed and was kind of excited to do so. He didn’t have to do anything (literally) to get into trouble. The bell rang and everyone quickly left the room. Chad stayed sitting in his chair. Mr. Vonchoia stayed where he stood. “You are a trouble maker. Come with me please.” Chad got up and followed Mr. Vonchoia to the teacher’s lounge. Chad had never been in there before. It was empty except for a counter and a microwave. There was a table and some chairs, but they didn’t seem to have been used in a while. Mr. Vonchoia closed the door behind them. He grabbed Chad by the neck and said, “This is what happens to trouble makers. Maybe in your next life you will understand that.” Chad died instantly. He ripped him up in little pieces and stuffed him in the microwave. The next day Mr. Vonchoia brought in his specially made meatballs and meatloaf. Chad was not in school that day. The other teachers got word that Chad had moved away. Mr. Vonchoia went back to his teaching like normal and no one suspected anything. The End.