[ WP ] As a high school English teacher , you have your students write in their journals once a week and collect them to grade . However , over the course of the year , the writing of one student has gotten more and more disturbing ...

He used to write basic sentences about what he ate, when he woke up, what he did after school was finished. A lot of the kids did n't take the assignment seriously and that was fine with me. I honestly did n't care. So long as i had something to grade i was fine with it, that meant i could keep my job. Years of being a high school teacher I've learnt that majority of the studious kids were pretty empty headed. It's as if they have nothing else to think about but whats handed in front their face, and by all means that does n't make them stupid. The kids that half ass work but end up getting it done are usually the kids i take a liking too. Maybe because it reminds me of myself, i really do n't know. What i do know is that Jordan's journal entries were easy to grade, because he wrote like an eight year old. 
 
 Almost instantly though his entries became more complex. I should clarify. Over the course of 3 days, he started to use semi colons. Proper use of punctuation and commas, and in depth sentences. An excerpt from one of his entries `` today was beautiful. I found the most vibrant colour of flowers growing out the most inconspicuous drain. It's as if it was a metaphor for the life i was living. I do not believe in coincidences.'' It was clear to me that he thought of beauty in the life he considered a mossy drain, but why? His life seemed almost perfect. He was very sociable, one of the most popular. His family was well off going generations back, and his grades were average. I thought he had nothing to worry about. 
 
 Jordan was never quiet in class. He sat in between the basketball players, even though he did n't play for the team, and the most popular girls in school. He was the link. He looked to his right for the constant 9gag feed from his friend Marc and to left to whisper into Dani's ear. When we spoke about Shakespeare he could n't contain his thoughts and blurted `` I heard he was a virgin!'' People laughed. The empties kept their eyes on me though. 
 
 His entries continued to get more fierce. He mixed beauty with hate. He wrote `` The vibrance lost it's appeal, so I trekked through the gutter just to tear it out.'' I knew he was talking about the flowers he saw a couple days ago, and this got me thinking. What was it in his life that we sought so badly to destroy? I gave him a b-. He did n't care. 
 
 The day after he did n't show up for school. He shot himself with his fathers gun. 
 
 His mom showed up to the school the day after we all got the news to speak with the dean. She resembled him and i made the connection. I spied on them through the crack in the slightly opened blue door to his office. She had cracked lips and yellow teeth. Her hair was slightly dry as if she was in need of a hairdresser. She wore expensive clothes but loosely around he body. Her eyes were low and her husband was not with her. She was asking for his yearbook picture to be taken out of class group, and she wanted to clean out his locker. The dean quickly agreed. While she was walking out locker key in hand she asked, `` Could you tell me where his english teacher's room is?'' 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 First prompt i ever wrote, it was also on my mobile so excuse any mistakes. Let me know what you think and if u thought it could've taken a better twist pm me!
