Fear

She entered the room and slide her eyes over the students. Silence took over as they realized she was staring at them. Each student sat up straighter when her eyes focused on them. She took a step away from the entrance, her eyes still scanning the room. She marched toward her desk.One of the boys in the back began nervously drumming his pencil on his desk. Tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-t--She she threw her penetrating gaze on him. He stopped mid-tap. She reached her desk and slammed her briefcase down on it. Silence again. Not even her perfect bun on her head twitched as she began scratching her name onto the blackboard. Her black business suit didn't have so much as a crease on it. Perfectly ironed. Her long red nails extended beyond the chalk and scratched the surface with every mark. The students cringed with each letter as it screeched onto the board.
Her task done, she spun around to face her class. She eyes them all, her eyes narrowing as she took them all in. No one dared return her gaze. They twiddled their thumbs and stared at the ceiling. The postures erect, their very beings belied their intimidated nature. They would do anything she asked them to. There was no doubt.
She barked out a page number. They scrambled to retrieve their textbooks and flipped nervously through them to find the page. She instructed them to read silently. She clasped her red-nailed claws behind her back and began her tormenting pace, up and down the aisles.