#also APPARENTLY PEOPLE CAN HEAR IT ??? LIKE EHEN YOU MOVE IT

[kimjunnoodle]

love looking up a strange behaviors i do and coming across a thread of people from 12 years ago all shocked to find out they aren’t alone

[rise-my-angel]

Hi! I really liked your take on Hopper's character. You're incredibly insightful and I'm genuinely in awe because you REALLY hit the nail on the head and are absolutely right about his character. Can I ask what your takes were on Will's character in season 4 (apparently the Duffer brothers completely forgot Will's birthday 😒) and the whole Nancy and Steve thing happening again?? I'd love to hear your thoughts!! Thank you Mimi!! You've got so much depth and I love the way you think/ view things. 💜💜

This is so sweet, i just remembered really liking how Hopper started off as a man adrift, a cop lost after tradgey trope, but didnt have to turn into a confident gun slinger to get out of it. Instead he learned to trust other peoples instincts and support them, and learned how to be okay with being a father again and then being so confused as to why he was suddenly that gun slinging loud mouth in season 3.

Will though? I dont think the duffer brothers knew where to take his character after season 2. Will that whole season his fascinating, he grapples with being back in the real world while fighting these incidents of feeling like hes been pulled back to the upside down. Only to lose himself in a creature beyond his comprehension, like that scene where they are trying to burn it out of him as the mind flayer uses will to desperately manipulate them into stopping is such a great piece of acting that we never see again in his character

Season 3 Will actually had potential to really elabotate on the concept that Will has felt left behind. He lost so much to The Upside Down that he really needed an arc that helped him learn that he can never get those stolen years back, but that he can find new purpose in the life that has been gifted to him. And in season 4, I wish they just did more with Will and El. I get the importance of Mike to both of them, but Els story starts heavily with struggling of the loss of her dad.

Will, is the only one there who can even remotely relate to her struggles and I with there was more focus on Will doing to El what Johnathon did for him, support her in a way that doesnt just calm her upset, but helps her start to feel like she has a family in him. Will would relate to her more then his own family at this point and I wish they let him form into an older brother, finally coming to terms with his own past and using it to guide someone else out of a dark place like he once was in. Instead of just playing this weirdly passive role of just going along with the groups choices.

Also I know why theyre doing the Stancy angle. They spent a lot of time on the Nancy and Jonathon arc, only to find that the fans really didnt get hype the way they wanted. The fans liking that kind of storyline, instead were invested in Steve. His growth, his friendship with Robin, how he stood on his owm without anyone else.

Hinting at Stancy puts an interest in Nancys storyline back to align with a character who the fans are invested in. Its why neither her or Jonathon mention the other once the plot starts. They want you to forget how much time they spent trying to invest you into that relationship, and force their female teenage lead into a storyline with the other popular character in her age group, regardless that theyve established that they not only are NOT compatible or good for eachother but that theyve never even hinted at still liking the other.

Steve didnt run a car into Billys car to protect Nancy only to get out and share a moment of romantic awe and care, no he did it beacuse he would do it for any of them. If they want to explore Nancy maybe regretting her decision for the first time ehen her and Jonathon finally have a real conflict thats one thing, but Steve has moved on. Let him move on he doesnt like Nancy anymore.

[fanmoose12]

after death do us apart

Summary: Levi thinks his house is haunted.

Levi is in his kitchen, busy with a very important task of measuring leaves for the tea when he hears a loud, obnoxious thud, coming from his living room.

He softly curses, grabs his cane and rushes, as fast as he can with his body not as strong as it was before, there.

When he arrives, he sees that everything else is in order, except a picture frame that is now lying on a floor.

Levi's blood boils, an annoyance bordering on anger rushing through him. This picture - that one that now lies on the floor like some kind of useless shit - is his most priced possession. It is the only thing that keeps the memory of them alive, the one thing that reminds him during cold and dark nights that he might be alone right now, but there was a time where he wasn't.

It's a picture of him, Hange, Erwin and Mike all standing together with their arms around each other. He doesn't remember if that had ever happened, but that's what he had found in one of Moblit's notebook and after he made that discovery, he just couldn't leave it behind.

No picture of them exists - Mike and Erwin were gone even before they found out what a photo camera was, and in her last years, Hange was always too busy to take a single photo.

He regrets it now, not pushing her to take it, but Moblit's picture is vibrant enough. He doubts a photo could capture their essence quite like his sharp eyes and skilfful hands could.

Onyakopon tells him there are more pictures of Hange now. There are portraits made by talented artists that paint Hange as the last Commander of Survey Corps or during her last moments on Earth.

They're hanged in museums and various memorials but Levi doesn't wish to see any of them. He doesn't care about them, those pictures - they were drawn by talented artists, and Levi doesn't doubt that.

But they never knew Hange, not like he did. So how could they come up with something worthy of the light she bestowed on this world? How they could ever hope to put it on paper?

Levi crouches down, his bones and protesting, and picks up the picture frame.

Thankfully, it is still intact.

But just as his old, broken heart swells with relief, there is another thud. This time, the book falls down, nearly missing Levi's head.

He curses again, loud and vulgar, letting out the best of profanities the Underground taught him.

He whirls around, his eye searching for the offender. The room is empty, though. It's mostly silent too, the only sounds flowing around are those from outside his window. But then he hears it, a faint, feeble murmur that sounds almost like "sorry".

His heart clenches, his hand gripping the cane to keep himself grounded.

He knows that particular sorry. Heard many times many years ago - ehen he stumbled over the barely conscious, sleep deprived body, when his shirt got soaked in tea, soup or some kind of possibly dangerous chemicals, heard it repeating over and over as gentle, trembling hands inspected his injuries and wiped away the blood.

It was sometimes accompanied by cheerful, loud laughter, other times - with quiet, broken sobs.

He couldn't hear that sorry. He couldn't.

It was just a trick of imagination, nothing more, nothing less.

I am not old enough to go senile yet, he thinks as he puts the picture where it belongs to.

It was just a trick of imagination, he repeats and leaves the room.

He goes back to the kitchen and resumes his task. The skin on the back of his neck is prickling, like someone stares intently at it, but Levi chases that feeling away, convincing himself that he's simply being paranoid.

He pointedly ignores the quiet sound, the one that resembles a sigh of disappointment and the one he heard too many times too, during long nights at the lab and inside Commander's office, as well.

***

It's not the first weird (unexplained, she would say) thing that happened in his house. There are instances happening all over the place, each of them brings a different degree of strangeness

Windows and doors - close and open on their own volition, lights turn on and off, books, his clothes, kitchen ware - disappear for hours only to appear in the most random of places, bangs and knocks sound at all times of the day, merciless to his sleeping pattern.

Logically, he knows that it isn't normal. He also knows that he probably should talk about it with someone. But he was never good with that thing - talking. All the people he was somewhat comfortable sharing his troubles are now dead and gone.

He theoretically can discuss it with Gabi and Falco, but he doesn't want to, because, well, no matter how big they think they are, they're still children. Onyakopon is out of question too, because he might just get too worried and then send him into that building on the edge of the town - mental institution, he calls it.

And Levi might be old, but he's not senile. Yet.

Probably. He hopes so at least.

His mind is still his own, broken but not shattered. He knows right from wrong, sees the difference between reality and a dream.

He still functions properly, and yet those instances don't back away.

He'd ignore it, write it off as a product of imagination or strange coincidence. If only it happened once. Or twice. Three times even. Three weird happenings in a row is hard, but possible to ignore. But when it happens every damn day, for almost dozen times, it's not just hard to ignore. It's fucking annoying too.

He knows a name he can put to describe it all, of course. Born and raised in the depth of Underground, how can he not? Stories like this were well known and greatly appreciated down there. They were children of the dark, after all, friends with shadows. Everything dark and scary, anything feared above their little world was welcomed and encouraged.

Isabel used to warn him about enraged, vengeful spirits that hunt those who wronged them or those who disturbed their resting place. Kenny - when he was in a less shitty, kinder mood - used to tell him about souls that die without fulfilling their purpose and were destined to roam through the land of the living for all eternity, unable to sleep with their business unfinished.

Before putting him to bed or whenever she felt especially sentimental, his mother used to speak of those unlucky ones who died before their loved ones did.

"They cannot find peace even in death," she said. "And so they come back to our world and stay close to the ones they still cannot let go, watching them until they are able to reunite."

He never believed in those stories, though. Perhaps, he was born and raised in the Underground, but he got out of it, lived his best years with the sun shining on his face and wind blowing through his hair.

He thought ghosts doesn't exist.

But now that his best years are behind him, now that he has seen enough shit to know that anything is possible, now that some days he himself feels like a ghost, he starts thinking of them more and more.

Hange is gone, he reminds himself, she's gone and even though you miss her like crazy, it won't bring her back.

Hange is gone, and none of it is real.

But, god, does he really wishes that it was. *** It is the middle of the night, and Levi feels a presence behind him. It's not ominous like in that book about ghosts he recently found. It's quite soothing, actually. It makes him almost content.

It's not looming or hoovering over his form either. It's right next to him, as though this something - or someone - lays on a bed close to him.

It doesn't bother him anymore, nearly not as much as it did before. It brings him comfort, in some sort. It reminds him of-

No. It doesn't.

The presence behind him shifts and Levi feels the blanket slip from his legs.

No, that won't do.

He tugs the blanket back, but either he's getting too weak with age or that presence, ghost or whatever is so much stronger than him, but he can't get it back. They fight for it for a while, each struggling to get the upper hand. Levi yanks it back, applying all the force that's still left in him, but bears no result. He grits his teeth, sweat gathering on his temples as he pulls the blanket.

"Give it back, you little sh-"

He doesn't get to finish.

The loud, snapping sound of ripping cloth cuts him off.

"Fuck!" Levi yells, frustrated. It was his favorite blanket. "Is this so funny to you, you piece of shit? Why do you keep tormenting me?"

There is a bit of silence, and then lights in his room turn on. With wide eyes, Levi watches the paper levitate from a small pile on his desk. Pen appears next, and it hovers above the paper, the sounds of furious scribbling filling the dark room.

Before he can say anything else, shout more profanities or threaten the invisible fucker to get out (he may not be as strong as he was before, but he has a cane and he still knows how to use it effectively), the paper starts flying, catching him right in the face.

Levi takes it in his hands, squinting his good eye to see what's written there.

It IS funny, but i didn't wish to torment you. You know that, right?

Something resembling a sob escapes from his lips. Levi fists his hands into sheets below him, but eight fingers is apparently not enough to ground him and keep him from falling.

"Who are you?" he asks shakily, his voice breaking.

The pen starts moving again, flying over another paper. This one isn't thrown in his face. It's gently laid next to his thigh. Levi takes it, and his hands shake so much it gets hard to read. Words swim between his eyes, but Levi persists, laying the note on his lap and bending over to see better.

His whole world shakes when he finally deciphers the words.

Haven't you guessed already?

He closes his eyes and some sound escapes past his lips, he's not sure if that can be called a sob or a chuckle, or a combination of both, but his whole body is trembling as he tries to fight strength to whisper,

"Hange?"

From somewhere close to him, on his left side where she always used to be, he hears a delighted, happy laughter.

He looks around the room, his eye shifting, desperate to find her, but he sees nothing.

Fear grips at his heart.

So just a hallucination then? Simple wishful thinking?

"Where are you?" he murmurs, giving it all another chance. "Hange-"

"I'm here," a warm sensation travels up his forearm. It doesn't exactly feel like an ordinary touch would, but it's there, it seems real and it fills his chest with hope. "Right here, a little to your left," she continues. "Just look at me, Levi."

He does, immediately he does. But there is no one next to him. The gentle sensation doesn't fade, gets more persistent if anything, but Levi still can't see her.

"You need to look a little bit harder," Hange murmurs. "If you can hear me, I'm sure you can see me."

Levi stares, his eye focused on the empty place next to him. He strains his vision, moves his gaze up and down, huffs in frustration and then finally, finally, he sees something.

It's vague, indistinct, barely visible in the dark, but he makes out the outline of the body. He can see the mop of brown hair, and they're messy as always, can see strong arms and wide shoulders, that long, prominent nose, that rosy, soft lips that are stretched out in a hopeful smile, those brown, sparkly he missed so much.

"Hange," he breathes out, his voice barely above whisper.

He wants to touch her, god, he wants to touch her so much, but when he puts his hand above hers, it goes right through her.

"The situation is not exactly perfect," Hange laughs. "I don't think you can touch me, and I can't exactly touch you as well."

"I don't care," he shakes his head and moves his fingers, until his and Hange's are close. He doesn't feel much, but something warm is still there and it still makes his breath stumble.

Hange is here, she's not gone, not completely, she's here, with him. It is more than enough.

*** They fall into a sort of routine after that. It's easy with Hange, as it always was.

She disappears for short periods of time, refusing to tell Levi where she goes.

"They asked me not to tell you," she says enigmatically, and doesn't ever elaborate, no matter how many Levi asks.

At first, he still worries he's going crazy, but then Falco, Gabi and Onyakopon show up. They all sit down around the small coffee table in Levi's living room, chatting amongst themselves and sharing the last news and gossips.

"You look healthier," Falco remarks, as Levi brings the tea from the kitchen.

As soon as he puts the cups down, the chaos begins.

The door shuts with a loud bang, the windows rattle and chandelier above them starts to dangerously tremble.

Levi also notes that Hange is careful not to make any mess, but she still acts so damn loud. And dramatic. He hides a sigh as he continues to sip on his tea and watch Onyakopon, Gabi and Falco lose their shit in front of him.

Gabi ducks behind an armchair, Falco close on her heels, curling around her. Onyakopon keeps frantically looking around, his breath quick and shallow. Levi can almost hear the sound of his panicked heartbeat.

"Stop it, four-eyes," he murmurs, too softly to everyone else to hear (not that they could pay attention to him amidst all that clutter anyway).

Everything stills immediately. Silence washes over his apartment, interrupted only by Onyakopon's gasps.

Hange snickers beside him, but Levi is the only who can hear her.

"This was fun," she giggles, running a hand over his shoulder.

Levi can't disagree with her on that one.

"What was that?" Onyakopon exclaims, clutching his heart. "Was it-"

"A ghost?" Gabi cries out, looking both horrified and excited.

Levi glances at Hange, silently telling her 'she looks just like you'. She waves him off and turns back to Gabi.

"Is is the first time it happens?" Falco asks.

"No," Levi answers, shrugging. A week ago, he'd be as disturbed as his friends are, but now he moved past disturbance to acceptance to delight. "It's been happening for weeks now."

"You aren't safe here," Falco, bless his young soul, looks genuinely worried, down to the deep crease on his forehead. "We should look for another apartment."

"Don't bother. I'm quite comfortable here."

Of course, he's comfortable. Hange is here with him, after all.

"But!" Gabi tries to protest, but Levi silences her with a raised palm.

"I'm not injured or unwell," he gestures on himself, as if to illustrate his point. "And, besides, it gives house some character, don't you think?"

"A very scary character," Onyakopon notes.

"Well," Levi almost smiles, hearing Hange's laughter behind his back. "The house is not very different from its master then."

His guests leave soon after, but not before Gabi and Falco make him swear to call them if anything 'more dangerous and scarier' happens.

As soon as they're out, Levi sits down in his favorite armchair. Hange flies over to him.

"So," she looks up at him, and the bright sparkle in her eyes, even though it is still a bit indistinct, sets his heart racing. "Have I convinced you that you're not going crazy?"

He wants to ask how, opens his mouth even, but then promptly shuts it closed. Of course, it is Hange. She knows his thoughts better than he does.

And if he had any doubts about her realness, they've disappeared right in that moment.

*** Hange is almost always next to him, hovering over his shoulder and constantly chatting into his ear. It almost feels like the good old days.

Although now he can't kick her leg whenever she starts teasing or rambling too much. His trademark glare has to be good enough, though.

He brings Hange books and introduces her to all kinds of new technology. She is beaming like a child at every new thing he shows her, and Levi's heart is so full of love for that weirdo, he's afraid it's going to burst.

Hange accompanies him on his strolls too, and his poker face has never put to trial more than during those moments, when Hange starts joking or fooling around, making him almost lose all of his composure.

He can't laugh or even berate her in public, and she knows it, goddamn. And uses it for her advantage, the asshole.

Levi gets his revenge when they're back at his house, refusing to give her new books until she swears to behave.

She swears every time, hand on her chest and all that. And she breaks that promise the very same day. Levi can't stay mad at her, though. He never could.

*** "You know, I thought you were a vengeful spirit at first," he shares with her one evening.

He sits in front of the fire, his legs outstretched to the source of warmth. Hange is laying on the floor, book hovering above her. She closes and turns to Levi.

"I could be," she says. "But, unfortunately, the people I'd like to haunt are long dead as well. Floch is gone, Eren is too..." Hange scoffs, shaking her head. "And I can't very well haunt every bloodthirsty soldier back in Paradise. Too much work for the old, frail me."

Levi lifts an eyebrow. "You don't look that old to me. Especially, when compering with me..."

"Oh, Levi," Hange rises and gets closer to him. She sits down on his lap, and Levi feels warmth spread through the skin of his cheek as Hange puts her hand on it. There is a smile on her lips, the one that Levi knows too well. The one that means that Hange is going to say something very, very stupid. She opens her mouth and proves him right once again. "I was always more attractive than you," Hange murmurs. "Nothing changed since my death."

He rolls his eye and laments that he can't flick her nose.

Hange is still smiling, and when she leans in, he can almost feel a ghost of a kiss on his lips. *** "Don't you ever feel regret?" Levi asks one day.

He is sitting in his wheelchair, looking at the bright setting sun from the small garden near his house.

Hange is on top of him, her long legs dangling from the wheelchair. As he speaks up, she turns to him, and the happy expression turns into something more thoughtful.

"Regret?" she repeats, frowning. "What can I ever regret?"

"This?" Levi gestures around. "I know, you're still here, but don't..." he frowns, struggling to find the right words. "Don't you wish for something more? For us to have a proper chance?"

Hange looks up at the sky, and for a moment she's quiet. Levi thinks if he should take his words back, change the subject completely but it's something that's been bugging him for a long time. He's happy, so happy, that Hange can still be with him. But there are moments when he wishes for... more. To be able to hold her hand and share meals with her, to walk with her through the streets without worrying that someone might think he's some drunkard or lunatic who talks to himself.

He knows it's selfish to even think about it, he already received so much more than he deserved, but isn't selfishness an inherent part of a human?

Sometimes, he just can't help but long for something more.

"I'm sure you know what a method of trial and error means," Hange begins, looking back at him. Her words confuse him, but before he can open his mouth, Hange shushes him and continues. "Remember those days at my lab? Nothing ever worked out, every experiment turned into an ever bigger disaster than the previous one, and I was so frustrated I wanted to crawl up the wall. But there was a certain beauty in it all - I tried, I failed, I tried again. Over and over, until something good came out. And, boy," she chuckles. "When something worked, it worked perfectly. And, maybe, all of this, all of us," she swiftly runs her fingertips through his brow and Levi shivers at the warm, gentle feeling that spreads down to his soul. "As a failed attempt. We tried, it didn't work," she pauses, and her eyes are bright, much brighter than the sun behind her. "We can try again."

Her words stir something inside, a long forgotten feeling of hope. But he still can't accept it so easily, the cynic in him fights to make himself known.

"But you're already dead," he protests.

"And that means this attempt has failed. Not as spectacularly as that time when my experiment blew up and burned Moblit's eyebrows, but... not a perfect success either. We can try again, though. We can say goodbye, walk from each other and then meet again, in some other place and time."

"And what if we fail again?"

"Then we try again. And again, and again, until we can get it right. And when we finally do, oh boy!" she exclaims, flailing her arms into the air. "Wouldn't that be spectacular?"

She laughs, so happy and free, and Levi wishes to gather her in his arms and never let go. All he can do right now, though, is circle his hands around her waist, imagining that he's holding her.

Just like always, he trusts Hange.

They will meet again, and, maybe, it will all fall apart in a disaster worse than this one. But they can try again. They can keep trying, until... forever.

And, perhaps, that's the true beauty of life.

[prorevenge]

Firing an Emotially Abusive First Grade Teacher

I decided to remember some juicy childhood stories of mine, and this one popped out to my head, and oh boy does it fit here.

So, I'll start off with the fact that I was the designated "pick-on" kid back in elementary school. You know that one slightly not normal kid everyone decided would be the one to pick on? Well that was me. I did get my fair share of petty revenge, as I will describe, but there was a case of pro revenge which merits its placement here.

I'll call myself Sion and the teacher Dr. Ehen.

Anyways, Dr. Ehen was a Grand Canyon doctor; that probably says enough of how unqualified she was. She fell deep into the realm of PTA politics, so she gave the kids who had the typical PTA parents a break, while letting all hell break loose on all the kids who were unfortunate to not have PTA moms. Also, she was one of those crappy traffic light teachers, you know, the type that were so bad they had to use a lakeshore cutout of a traffic light to publicly humiliate kids by displaying even slight insubordination.

Dr. Ehen was always particularly mean to me for some reason, but efore I get into the real meat of the story, I'd like to preface some of the things she did to me leading up to the grand pro revenge tale:

-Denying the existence of red pears and gave me a traffic light penalty for claiming they were real. I got petty revenge by bringing one in the next day, which got me a penalty the next day, just because she was upset I proved her wrong.

-Giving me a traffic penalty for snitching on a child who flooded the school urinal. I'd like to add that multiple people have snitched on me before and I got in trouble for their good deeds because they "saw something and said something". I got petty punishment on the kids who snitched on me by claiming they pissed in the trash can, which she didn't dispute it as one of the PTA children confirmed my claims before she could give me the "Sion exclusive snitching penalty." Those kids got a phone call home, nothing after that.

-Traffic penalty for using an erasable black colored pencil since I ran out of pencils to write with. Mind you I would get a penalty for asking my classmates because I would be talking in class without raising my hand.

-Rolling her eyes at me, knowing I wouldn't understand. Had my parents explain to me what it meant after leaving school that day.

-Ripping my assignment to shreds because she knew I was trying to get a perfect fold on my paper. I cried and got a traffic penalty for being disruptive in class.

Okay. I got through all the other mean shit she has done to me, let's get to the part of the story you have all been waiting for: actual pro revenge.

This requires a little backstory. There was this kid we will call Caesar. Caesar was a nice kid in general, but he used to throw these extreme temper tantrums every time he got a light. This would involve ripping the room to shreds, emptying desks, rubbing spit on the floors, breaking down the flagpole for the tenth time, and even going as far to throw desks and chairs across the classroom.

So, one time he threw a chair in music class, and Dr. Ehen was called down. Of course, she asked what was going on, and fingers began to point, all of them were pointing to Caesar, except for one kid (who I may add got beat up in high school for being a Bigshot) pointed his finger at me. Apparently, Dr. Ehen was blind to all the other kids pointing their fingers at Caesar and decided to look at Bigshot pointing at me. I had gotten my first and only red light. This is important.

Of course I always aimed to be a good kid, so getting a red light was like recieving a gut punch with a middle finger instead of a fist. My parents were called in as I was crying on the floor as Dr. Ehen had a poor time trying to explain that I was the one who threw the chair. I'd like to add that my fellow classmates decided to come to my aid and prove her wrong. She was highly frustrated she was being proven wrong over and over again, so, she reduced my red light down to a yellow one.

At this point I was frustrated myself at her attempts to defile me and just wanted to move on to second grade seamlessly.

Was all well and good? NOPE!

Dr. Ehen was throwing a party for kids who received no red lights throughout the school year. By party, I mean have kids who got red lights be forced to watch -in a military-style line- the Low profile and PTA kids eat cupcakes. Assuming my red light was redacted, and even hearing Dr. Ehen say it to my parents, I go to sit down ready for a cupcake.

Instead, Dr. Ehen forgets that little Sion's red light was redacted and she told me to stand with the red light kids while I watched these kids (including the garbage can pissers) eat cupcakes.

I. Was. Furious.

At this point, I knew my parents already hated her and were waiting for the perfect time to get her fired. I gave them exactly what they needed and came home bawling that my red light was still being enforced and how I had to stand ( Did I forget to mention I had balance issues as a child?) while all the other kids ate cupcakes. I cried and was given a yellow light. My parents were in kill mode. Their son had to stand with a redacted red light for being falsely accused by a PTA student.

You may not want to call this revenge, but I actually didn't like her myself, and I knew exactly what I was doing when I got home wailing like a banshee that I didn't get a cupcake. My redacted red light was still being enforced. I also know my parents were waiting for the right time to strike since Dr. Ehen made my first grade experience a living hell, so I knew a juicy story of this caliber with an actual justification that wasn't "entitled 50 times over red kid didn't get his salted caramel cupcake with truffle shavings" (which, I may add, my parents wouldn't fight for me if I were an entitled spoiled brat) while abusing my motor disability while neglecting the repeal of a false punishment was the perfect storm to get justice.

So, one day in mid-late may, my grandmother comes into the room. and pulls Dr. Ehen out. I gave her a bright cheeky smile, but knowing she was gonna get screwed.

She comes back into the classroom an hour later looking as if she were told she was going to be fired. I asked her "how do you like my grandma?" being all innocent. Dr. Ehen has no choice but to say she was a good person.

Next week later she gets me toy cars, hoping I would forget what she did to me in the past. I took the toy cars and stayed silent. Shame, they were nice ones too.

Next school year, she was out of work, and was only allowed to visit my school once. She looked at me with a face of "I fucked up please forgive me," and now actually forgetting what she did to me kind-of, I gave her a dorky smile as if I met her for the first time. My mom let the administrators know of all the shit she has done to me in first grade, and oh I can assure you she was unable to find any form of employment in my school district whatsoever, due to pressure from other schools in the district from hearing my mom's testimonial of how cruel she was to me. According to a family friend from within my district's board of education, she resigned from the pressure and will be unable to get a job anywhere from within my district, and I know because of some connections and the "friends knowing friends" phenomenon, she would be highly unable to get employment in the smaller surrounding districts as well.

If I'm to find any moral to my own story, it will be this: be kind to young elementary students. They are young and don't understand many things, but that doesn't mean you have any right to exploit them. Otherwise, it might come around to bite you in the ass later.

Tl;Dr- Mean teacher gets what's coming for her after picking on the wrong child.

(source) story by (/u/SionCuber)