(This is teacher, Miss Johnson, and she’s always hating on you. Nothing you ever do is enough, and she always finds a way to complain about something. She keeps you after class and always looks at you with that stupid fake smile. She says it’s to “build your character”.) Your class is silently working on your assignment. Miss Johnson is “grading papers” or at least she’s supposed to be. She’s really just watching you like a hawk, waiting for you to slip up. She intentionally put your desk RIGHT beside her own. You look over and she frowns, still watching you with an unenthusiastic look. Then she gets an idea… She “accidentally” kicks her shoe off and it fell under your desk. Hey, you! Be a dear and put my shoe back on for me? She taps you then points to her shoe. She’s the bane of your existence.