[ WP ] White Board Man travels through white boards to classrooms everywhere , fighting incompetent and unfair teachers with his meter stick of justice .

`` John, what is this?'' 
 
 `` It's a zero, sir.'' He stood upright, legs held together, both feet facing forwards. The little third grader made sure his shoulders were square, and his shirt held no wrinkle. He did n't dare look at the teacher, only faced forwards. The single bead of sweat on his right cheek made him uncomfortable, but he only made sure it was not visible to the teacher. 
 
 The teacher laughed, slapping the desk and sending the pencils rattling. His sweaty palms left a stain on the boy's math assignment. `` But it looks like an'o' to me.'' The boy did not argue, only gulped. His lips quivered, but he steadied them after a brief moment. `` 5 minus 5 is not'o'.'' 
 
 `` Understood, sir.'' 
 
 `` Good.'F' for the semester.'' The boy stared ahead, and his body trembled. He let out a single sniff. It echoed throughout the silent room. A few of the students could not resist moving their eyes away from the white board to look at him. 
 
 The teacher jumped up and furrowed his brow, his mouth frowning and baring his sharpened teeth. `` What was that?'' 
 
 `` N-nothing, sir, I-'' The resounding crack reverberated throughout the room, sending the vibrations through every rib of every student in the room. His hand had flown out in a flash, and in the briefest moment, the boy was on the ground. His hand did n't move to rub his cheek, and he only got up again, staring straight ahead. He straightened out his shirt, his pants, and moved his head up to face forwards, not speaking. 
 
 The teacher grinned, his eyes almost glinting in the flourescent light, and raised his hand once more when suddenly the whiteboard behind him exploded. 
 
 For the third time that hour, the sound echoed around the room. This time it was stronger than any sniff or slap, and desks were thrown off the ground and onto the back room. The students could not hold it any more, and two of them let out a groan, the rest trembling and biting their lips. 
 
 Out from the debris of the whiteboard stepped a man, dressed in complete glowing white and wearing a cape that flapped and fluttered despite no wind. `` Halt! In the name of academic justice!'' 
 
 The teacher turned around, cringing at the light the man casted on him. The light made the shadows around the teacher's sunken eyes darker, and his already pale skin paler, transforming his face into an almost skeletal mockery of its original. `` And who are you?'' 
 
 There was a sharp whisper of metal edge against leather as the man drew a meter stick from behind him, sheathed in his belt. The teacher took a few steps back, his words failing him as his lips quivered. The student standing in front looked at the shaking teacher, and he dared to move his eyebrows up in surprise. 
 
 The teacher did n't hit him this time. 
 
 The caped man stepped towards the teacher, brandishing his ruler. `` You have committed an immeasurable sin.'' He held the ruler in front of the teacher, whose pants were now wet with his fear. 
 
 `` Get away! I'll call the police!'' The teacher moved his hand towards the phone on his desk, but the man continued onwards. 
 
 `` And it has come time for me to rule you-'' and with a quick motion of his sharpened meter stick he slashed downwards, cutting off the hand that the teacher had stretched out, `` - incompetent of teaching!'' 
 
 The teacher screeched and clutched the bloody stump that was his hand. Tears flooded down his bony cheeks, and he kneeled down, screaming. `` What have you done?'' 
 
 `` I am the White Board Man, and it's time to be taught a lesson.'' He grinned, his pearly teeth shining in the unnatural luminescence of his costume, and raised his meter stick high. `` It looks like someone has to school you in manners, young man!'' 
 
 `` No! Please! I learned!'' He clutched his bloodied wrist tightly, but it was n't enough to stop the spurting that now dirtied the floor underneath them. `` Please!'' 
 
 The caped man shook his head. `` You have n't learned. I'm sorry, but I have to pass judgement. With my meter stick of justice, I declare you...'' His stick swung down towards the sobbing teacher, cleaving straight into his neck and passing clear through it. ``... failed.'' The teacher's head dropped off his shoulders, flopping onto the floor in the bloody mess. 
 
 The superhero turned around, sheathing his measurement stick and placing his arms on his hips to survey the students. The desks were put back, except for two students who were pinned to the back wall by their desks. The students did not move, and no other student had helped them. 
 
 Everything was neatly arranged, and even the student who had been failed was at his desk. One of the students, a little girl with two pig tails and big glasses, raised her hand. 
 
 The superhero coughed, looking around at the kids, who all stared forwards, arms on the desk in the exact same way. He shifted, expecting a response. After a few brief moments, he pointed towards the girl. `` Yes, child? I have saved you all from the tyranny of this teacher, what say you?'' 
 
 `` Are you the substitute teacher, sir?'' 
 
 There was a moment's pause. And then he laughed, a hearty laugh that echoed once more through the room. `` No! My job here is done, I have ended unfair treatment, and now I must go to right more wrongs in many many more classroms just like this one.'' The girl nodded, and placed her arms down gently, exactly in the same position as all the other students. The superhero took one last look around the room, smiling, and jumped back into the whiteboard with a whish of his cape. 
 
 This time, there was a large implosion, sending several chairs and the corpse of the teacher bumbling forwards through the air towards the whiteboard.
