You know me. I’m the sub. You’ve met me at least a dozen times during your days in school, stiff, alert, nose twitching like a cornered rabbit, hushing and shushing, eyes darting from student to student, looking for allies and finding none. You blushed for me and then proceeded to torment me and leave me as road kill without a second thought, except maybe: Let her get another job, if she can’t handle this one.

At least that would have been my story, if I hadn’t come armed.

I have a special gift, you see, an elevated mental power. Not highly refined, mind you, but something I put to good use once in a while. Use only in case of emergency, is my motto. And this was definitely an emergency.