Ann liked to lurk on the bench behind the bell and watch the JV team run sprints while she officially graded midterms. Surreptitious, she knew. But if she had to focus her mental energy on their ridiculous, self-involved schlock, she felt that she deserved the reward of watching their young, lithe bodies disturb time and space. Ann eyed the walkway as she flipped open another abysmal essay. Good. No one yet, she thought. Then she glanced down at the blue book in her hands.
“You spy, Mrs. S.†And next to it, a little smiley face. Ann cringed.
Who’s watching who? Good story.
Good question. Who’s watching who? Or, who started it?
S***, I wasn’t expecting that. It’s blood chilling.
Ugh. So its “peeping Ann” instead of “peeping Tom.” Good story!
Blue book/red handed. Eeek. Time to find another spot to sit.
Nicely captured, so to speak!
Yuk! As a former teacher, this give me the creeps.
janet
Good story and well done. What a chilling ending! It served her right but I’m left wondering how it happened without her noticing.
Dear E. M.
Busted. Creepette? Believable story.
shalom,
Rochelle
Yikes!Caught in the act-poor Ann!Great twist there,loved this different take:-)