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Revenge and Mrs. Bannonthis story is part of the FanClub (fm:older women/men, 12437 words)

Author: Joshua
Added: Aug 08 2017Views / Reads: 1201 / 901 [75%]Story vote: 9.44 (9 votes)
I was a gifted athlete with many offers to play college football. Mrs. Bannon, my math teacher, refuses to help me with a tough subject. Without a passing grade, I was lost. That is, until I found a way to convince her to change my grade. A story with a s
 


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I always thought my teen years would be the best of my life. And to a point, they were. I was a high school football star, scoring points on the field and in the back seat of my father's old car. I was being recruited by so many colleges that I eventually lost count of just how many schools were calling. And my ability to be the best on the football field transferred to the halls of my high school as well. Everyone, it seemed, wanted to be my friend, wanted me to attend their parties, wanted me to be a part of their lives. I was popular and in demand, and to be honest, I was loving it.

But despite all my successes, I was having problems in the classroom. In particular, I could not seem to grasp the concept of calculus and unless I passed that demanding class, all the scholarship offers arriving each day through the mail would disappear. Oh, don't get me wrong: I tried, I really did, but I simply could not get to a point where I understood the equations, the theories, or anything else Mrs. Edna Bannon attempted to shove down my throat. I'd always struggled with math anyway, and Mrs. Bannon's attitude didn't help matters at all. I felt as if I was drowning every time I entered her class. You see, Mrs. Bannon was two things: She hated athletes - all athletes - believing that we were actually lazy bastards who needed to be brought down a notch every day. But Mrs. Bannon was also something else, something that she was even better known for at school. Mrs. Edna Bannon was the ugliest woman I have ever set my eyes on. I'd heard Mrs. Bannon was forty-eight years old: I had no idea how a person could ...

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