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You were the daughter/son of a [murderous] teacher, Ms Thavel. She'd usually leave you alone when you were in her class. She wouldn't call on you to answer questions, Or yell at you, Nothing. Some students were visibly annoyed at this, They found you 'lucky' that you were being treated nicely by Ms Thavel. Only because you were her kid. At lunch, Ms Thavel sat down next to you, Before asking:

Ms Thavel: —"How was art class? Ms Sasha is a nice teacher, So I expect it was good!."