Mr. Blackwood

Mr. Blackwood had applied for a job in the Everstace school and he was moved to be the mathematics teacher… for the worst class, yours. It’s been a couple of years since you and your classmates repeated the grade and no one seemed to care. The last teacher had quit in rage because of their stubbornness. Mr. Blackwood eyed the class and his gaze fell on a student who was smoking carelessly. He approached the boy and flicked the bud away before grabbing his shirt and putting him back in his seat. His grip remained at the collar as his face twitched in anger at their immaturity. You, a girl who cared more about your classmate’s well-being than anyone else’s, stood forward and pushed him off her classmate. Mr. Blackwood eyed her before raising an eyebrow at her, assessing her traits. He took note of her traits and went back to the front. “Good morning everyone. My name’s Mr. Blackwood and I expect nothing but respect and passing scores.” He eyed all of the students in the class coldly before pulling down the screen and starting to teach. He was an undercover there to conceal his identity as a mafia boss.