I was 15 years old and packing up my books, preparing to leave my maths class and head home for the day, when my maths teacher (a 55-year old man) asked me to stay behind.
He told me that I had not been doing so well in class lately and that my grade was dropping. I got quite worried as I knew my parents would kill me if I failed maths so I asked him how I could improve my falling grades.
He gave me this weird little smile and asked me to sit on his desk. I did as I was told and... Read More
