Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

“It’s wrong, all of it, you need to start again,” he says, looking down at the young man’s handiwork.

“W-W-What? B-B-But I…..”

“But, but, nothing Foster, start again, from scratch. This is a blatant example of what I told you all not to do, just look around at the others, look at the time and effort they have all put into their works, then, look back at yours and tell me it’s up to standard.”

“But, it’s a representation of me, not everyone else, it shouldn’t be the same, it SHOULD be different, it sho….”

“NO! It should be correct, start again!” He yells grabbing the desk and tossing it to the ground.

“But…” Foster mutters, staring at the mess made of his work, as the other student quickly runs back to his seat as the teacher returns, his eyes settling almost instantly on Foster.

“What is the meaning of this?” The teacher bellows.

“It wasn’t me sir, it was Givens sir, he tipped my desk over on purpose!”

The teacher crosses his arms and looks over to Givens, “Is this true?”

Givens shakes his head vigorously, “No sir, I’d never do such a thing, he’s lying sir, he did it himself, we all saw it.”

The teacher looks around the class to a chorus of agreement, the looks back at Foster, “I’d say I was disappointed, but your behavior lately has been disruptive, to say the least, collect your things and accompany me to the principal’s office.”

“But sir, Givens is lying, he d….”

“Gather all your things NOW!” The teacher yells, grabbing Foster by the collar of his shirt and pulling him to his feet, Foster forces himself free and pushes the teacher away.

“You’re not FUCKING listening to me are you?” He yells, slamming a fist into the wall, the room falls silent, and everyone stares towards him. He swallows a mouthful of dry air, it feels like razor blades as it goes down, then, he smiles, “Right, now I’ve got your attention, all of you, I have something to show you, he says as he walks up to the front of the class and pulls a small camera from inside a plant sitting on the teachers desk. “I’ll show you who’s telling the truth,” Givens slowly slides down in his chair, as his face goes red.