Chihiro walked to her last class of the day. It was also her least
favorite. Math, taught by Porfessor Gojakin, as he insisted on being
called, was not fun, to say the least. The whole school agreed that his
name told you where he came from. What made it even worse was that Chihiro
always managed to get him mad at her somehow.
Chihiro walked in and nervously sat down. Porfessor Gojakin glared at her as the rest of the class filed in. The look on his face told her that he had something nasty in store for her today. She suddenly found herself wishing that she was still washing stink spirits at Yubaba's bath house. He was probably planning a nice detention just for her. She hoped she was wrong as he started lecturing the class.
Chihiro started as she realized that he was addressing her. "Um, I'm sorry, sir, what?" she asked, and the class laughed at her.
"I SAID, Chihiro, you will stay after class so I can have a word with you," Porfessor Gojaken said in a dedly voice, and the class shut up. Chihiro gulped. Just giving her detention would have been better. Her stomach clenched as she imagined what he would have to say. Nothing pleasant, she was sure. She could barely pay attention the rest of class due to worry.
When class was over, Chihiro nervously made her way to the front of the room. Porfessor Gojaken wore a frown on his face. "Y-you wanted to see me, sir?" she asked timidly.
Instead of answering, he grabbed her hard by her upper arm. Chihiro struggled and tried to run, but found his grip too strong. He ulled her around the desk and slammed her down on it. Chihiro's attemted scream was muffled by a large hand over her mouth as he got up onto the desk. It happened fast, but not mercifully fast enough. He held her down, put his lips to her's to keep her quiet, and violated her in the most personal way. As he left the room he told her that she'd brought it on herself.
She slowly walked home. Tears were running down her cheeks, and her shoulders were shaking. HAD she done something to deserve it? She hadn't acted as bad as she might have once, but that didn't stop her from feeling guilty. It still plagued her mind. What if he was telling the truth? What if she DID get in trouble for telling? After all, she did have a habbit of not paying attention in his class, and had been a bit rude to him on a few occasions. 'Oh, god,' she thought. 'Mom and dad will be so mad at me.'
But then, she started thinking, wasn't he already married? And he HAD forced her. She HAD tried to get away. It wasn't like she seduced him or anything. And she was only ten years old! She knew about all of that stuff, but they had barely covered it in class. Didn't that have any effect? Besides, with how bad she felt, mentally and physically, she thought it was probably not aloud, even if she was the person he yelled at most in her class. Had she somehow done something else, then? "That's probably it," she told herself. She was confident with this answere, but it didn't give her much comfort. After all, what had she done? But, at least she wouldn't have to tell her parents, and have them get mad at her. That's why arriving home was such a nasty shock.
When she opened the door, there was Porfessor Gojakin, sitting with her parents at the table. "Chihiro, where have you been? Oh, never mind that. Your teacher tells us that you've been causing trouble in class! He also said that he had to punish you very severely! WHAT DID YOU DO?!?" Chihiro's mother yelled at her.
'I was right the first time. He was punishing me for misbehaving in class. I DID deserve it!' Chihiro thought to herself. She ran back outside and slammed the door shut behind her. She ran on and on, disregarding her parent's shouts that she'd better come back right now or she'd be in worse trouble. She ran on and on, untill she found the old road that led to the spirit world. The road that she had last been on sixs months ago.
That evil teacher would do it to her again, she just knew it. He had told her parents about it, and they had agreed with his punishment. She, however, was willing to do anything to keep away from him. Even lose her name to Yubaba! That, however, she would only do if she had tried everything else. Right now, she really needed a frend's shoulder to cry on. She needed Cohaku.
She continued running, sweat and tears dripping off her face despite the rather cool weather. She passed the little shrines and the stone statue. She came to a halt in front of the building. It was red and perfecdtly clean again. This, surely, was a good sighn. She walked into the building.
Chihiro walked in and nervously sat down. Porfessor Gojakin glared at her as the rest of the class filed in. The look on his face told her that he had something nasty in store for her today. She suddenly found herself wishing that she was still washing stink spirits at Yubaba's bath house. He was probably planning a nice detention just for her. She hoped she was wrong as he started lecturing the class.
Chihiro started as she realized that he was addressing her. "Um, I'm sorry, sir, what?" she asked, and the class laughed at her.
"I SAID, Chihiro, you will stay after class so I can have a word with you," Porfessor Gojaken said in a dedly voice, and the class shut up. Chihiro gulped. Just giving her detention would have been better. Her stomach clenched as she imagined what he would have to say. Nothing pleasant, she was sure. She could barely pay attention the rest of class due to worry.
When class was over, Chihiro nervously made her way to the front of the room. Porfessor Gojaken wore a frown on his face. "Y-you wanted to see me, sir?" she asked timidly.
Instead of answering, he grabbed her hard by her upper arm. Chihiro struggled and tried to run, but found his grip too strong. He ulled her around the desk and slammed her down on it. Chihiro's attemted scream was muffled by a large hand over her mouth as he got up onto the desk. It happened fast, but not mercifully fast enough. He held her down, put his lips to her's to keep her quiet, and violated her in the most personal way. As he left the room he told her that she'd brought it on herself.
She slowly walked home. Tears were running down her cheeks, and her shoulders were shaking. HAD she done something to deserve it? She hadn't acted as bad as she might have once, but that didn't stop her from feeling guilty. It still plagued her mind. What if he was telling the truth? What if she DID get in trouble for telling? After all, she did have a habbit of not paying attention in his class, and had been a bit rude to him on a few occasions. 'Oh, god,' she thought. 'Mom and dad will be so mad at me.'
But then, she started thinking, wasn't he already married? And he HAD forced her. She HAD tried to get away. It wasn't like she seduced him or anything. And she was only ten years old! She knew about all of that stuff, but they had barely covered it in class. Didn't that have any effect? Besides, with how bad she felt, mentally and physically, she thought it was probably not aloud, even if she was the person he yelled at most in her class. Had she somehow done something else, then? "That's probably it," she told herself. She was confident with this answere, but it didn't give her much comfort. After all, what had she done? But, at least she wouldn't have to tell her parents, and have them get mad at her. That's why arriving home was such a nasty shock.
When she opened the door, there was Porfessor Gojakin, sitting with her parents at the table. "Chihiro, where have you been? Oh, never mind that. Your teacher tells us that you've been causing trouble in class! He also said that he had to punish you very severely! WHAT DID YOU DO?!?" Chihiro's mother yelled at her.
'I was right the first time. He was punishing me for misbehaving in class. I DID deserve it!' Chihiro thought to herself. She ran back outside and slammed the door shut behind her. She ran on and on, disregarding her parent's shouts that she'd better come back right now or she'd be in worse trouble. She ran on and on, untill she found the old road that led to the spirit world. The road that she had last been on sixs months ago.
That evil teacher would do it to her again, she just knew it. He had told her parents about it, and they had agreed with his punishment. She, however, was willing to do anything to keep away from him. Even lose her name to Yubaba! That, however, she would only do if she had tried everything else. Right now, she really needed a frend's shoulder to cry on. She needed Cohaku.
She continued running, sweat and tears dripping off her face despite the rather cool weather. She passed the little shrines and the stone statue. She came to a halt in front of the building. It was red and perfecdtly clean again. This, surely, was a good sighn. She walked into the building.