After regrouping with a large group of officers I walked into a specific classroom. I decided to have a little fun by knocking on the door.

  “Come in.” A female voice answered from the other side.

  I opened the door to a large class in the middle of a lesson. The teacher was an arrogant young woman, only a couple years older than her students yet with an attitude much worse than any of them.

  The look on her face was priceless once she noticed me and the dozens of police officers I was leading into her classroom.

  At first her face was a look of surprise, then it scrunched together in hate, and finally a sick looking worry.

  “Officer, that's the one.” I said while pointing straight at the female teacher. I held a serious look on my face, but couldn’t help but giggle under my facade.

  She was the one who acted so arrogant in front of me. She was also the one who ignored my condition and used any means to try to abuse me.

  But now? Now she was the one who would be taught a lesson.

  “What are you talking about?” She asked like she was innocent.

  “You know what you did, or would you like me to spell it out for you?” I spoke with ease.

  “I still don’t understand what you are talking about.” She said, but small beads of sweat moved down the sides of her face.

  Until the end she would really act like nothing happened.

  “What a child.” I said with a certain disgust. Just like a child that was caught in a lie but still wouldn’t admit to anything.

  “You dare to speak to me that way?” She spoke angrily like she had the moral high ground, “You must learn to respect teachers, boy.”

  Now this was pissing me off, not only would she make things difficult for me or act like a child when caught, she would try to teach me about respect.

  “You think you deserve to call yourself a teacher?” I asked in a cold voice.

  “And what do you mean by that?” She said.

  “Teachers shouldn't have inappropriate feelings for their students.” I started.

  “I don’t have any such thing.” She immediately denied.

  “Teachers shouldn’t steal from their students.” I added.

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  “What are you talking about?” She repeated her previous line.

  “Teachers shouldn’t help students cheat.”

  “Teachers shouldn’t have biases against their students.”

  I continued with a long list of sins she had committed as a teacher, all confirmed by the use of my power.

  “Students shouldn’t lie.” She responded immediately.

  I looked over my shoulder at an officer, and he understood my signal because then he along with another officer approached the teacher.

  “You disgust me.” I said before the officers walked her out of the room.

  I then began to list in the same terrifying detail her specific crimes. The brown haired female officer continued to write down my words. The stack of paper in her hands had become thick enough she had someone else help her carry it.

  I took a quick glance at the class, looking to recognize any faces. However, none of them stood out.

  There were three more places to visit, the next would be the P.E. teacher.

  The officers treated me very nicely during our short walk. Some were still trying to slip me snacks, obviously they were still trying to make up for my previous treatment.

  We quickly arrived at the field where my class usually did their physical education.The students were currently running around the field each going at their own pace. However, groups still formed.

  Standing at the edge of the field was the P.E. teacher, he was watching the groups running.

  The large group I was leading caught many peoples’ attention, and finally the teacher noticed us.

  “Hello Azure.” He said with no foul emotion, his face also showed no signs of change.

  “You know why I am here.” I stated.

  “Yes, and I will go willingly.” He responded with a sigh. His words surprised me, willingly?

  “Why?” I asked, frustrated.

  “Why?” he responded, confused, obviously wanting me to clarify.

  “Why did you let all those things happen? And why are you acting like this now?” I asked.

  “I was wrong to let those things happen, and I know it. However, knowing it and then lying while trying to hide my guilt is something I don’t want to do.” He understood more than he originally let on.

  The reason I was mad was because of his current actions.

  Of course I hated that he turned a blind eye all this time. But his actions now infuriated me in a different way.

  He was able to act good now.

  Did I go through all of what I did in his classes because he was stupid? Because he didn’t realize what was truly going on?

  Could he have been innocent if only he didn’t follow everybody else's opinions?

  I turned away quickly, and left, my anger getting the better of me.

  Besides the officers who went and apprehended the P.E. teacher, the rest tried to catch up to me. The brown headed officer asked for my account of his crimes, which I gave willingly.

  The thrill of revenge had cooled down within me, after all I was also going to ruin a part of their lives. Even if they deserved it, they all had sins.

  Unlike Johnny, who had no sins, all these people deep down felt guilty about what they did to me.

  I also believed that with that guilt they had the opportunity to change. Greta was one example, she held regrets and the guilt from what she did, to me and others. With that regret and guilt, she decided to change herself, even with how deep she fell.

  “What should I do?” I muttered unstably under my breath.