I'm Not A Villain

I'm so exhausted that I've lost all desire to live and want to put an end to it all. My mother was depressed and ended up in a mental hospital; my father left with a bitch; and yet, I am still trapped in a circumstance that couldn't liberate me. She used their money to pay for my schooling, therefore now I have to pay back her compassion for my family.

My name is Bella Jang, and at the age of 25, I am a lifeless woman locked in a remote part of a major city, spending days on end working as a teacher at one of the foundations for high schools that a relative owns.

I understand why I'm here because no professional teacher wants to live all his life cooped up in a classroom for altruistic and humanitarian reasons.

I'm tortured by this building, which is out of date, and it's hard to even get alcohol to relax from the stress that makes my head pound.

"Teacher, are you willing to assist me? I recently broke up, and as you can see, I want to die!" She was a young woman with vivid red lipstick and hair that was brownish due to an unusual coloring agent.

She extended her arm to me as I was examining the assignment's results; the results were unsatisfactory even though I screamed till my voice gave out in front of them, finding it difficult to convey the subject matter with my sluggish face. I took a deep breath, removed my glasses from the table, and looked at the arm she had extended to me. I saw a few razor scratches on her wrist, and the wound still looked wet, indicating that she had just committed suicide out of love. I looked into her face, but she was just grinning wryly, which made my eyes open.

Are you referring to the villain who has a back tattoo of a marker? When she heard my response, she looked at me with her mouth open and said, "I'm guessing about the man she told me about, who made this girl want to take her life."

"What will happen, do you become the third person in our relationship, I feel depressed and want to end my life, teacher Jang, I didn't expect you to hurt me, how do you know if he has a black tattoo on his back, you can't have a relationship with a student, what will happen, do you become the third person in our relationship! You are aware of my passion for him."

When I hit the table, she stopped talking and kept her hands off my desk. How dare she make up stories about my friendship with that troubled student! I don't attract men; to be more accurate, none of the many males in this remote place appeal to me! Either I had to be stopped from leaving this planet, or they had to be driven out and wiped out.

"Pay close attention; I'm not interested in your romantic relationships, much less those with the man you previously accused; I've been busy at work; instead, why don't you complete your teacher's homework as directed? Stop thinking about men and love; it's all nonsense!" Grab an eraser, and start wiping the board.

The girl disregarded my commands. She took my spectacles and placed them on my face while she observed the bangs that fell over my forehead.

" Miss Teacher Jang, you are so boring. Take a break now and then, and enjoy life. Do you know whether the man I mentioned earlier is the reason I can't get rid of him because he is so thoughtful in bed? I will tolerate sharing, but you are not allowed to fall in love with him. " It's a remote location distant from modernization, and hearing her remarks makes me want to shout, but their brains are too poisoned; how can a student say all that so clearly? They must consider more significant issues for the future to avoid becoming imprisoned in a gloomy present as I have, but changing their thinking is difficult, and I have little motivation in doing so because my own life also requires assistance.

"I'm not interested in your class, teacher Jang."

I turned to face her as she waved her hand and walked out of the room. Even though I instructed the students to copy their notes onto the blackboard, not a single student did so. I gathered research and materials and had them organized so that the students could easily understand them. It was exhausting to see that they ignored all of my hard work in what they did. I'd better leave this room now.

However, I raised myself.

I noticed annoying things after clearing my throat. They should all be watching me now, so I should have guessed what they were doing. Because I woke up later than usual this morning, I didn't have time to adequately prepare anything before falling into their trap, so I ordered them to pay attention to the chalkboard and smacked my forehead for being careless.

"Bless you!" Even though this sounds like an old trap, I couldn't help but snort in irritation as I tried to get my pants off of the chair. But after trying multiple times, I am unable to escape the chaos; this is not only a bother but a necessary aspect of being a criminal and interfering with other people's lives!

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

They started laughing, and I wanted to fling the thick book in front of them to make them stop being so polite. My life was already difficult, and they all made it even more difficult.

"Teacher Jang, do you require assistance?" One of the students yelled at me while making fun of me, but I could see she wasn't being honest.

the sound of a ball hitting the ground. The brat with the tattoo on his back is one of the well-known students, which caused me to shift my head in the direction of the door. He stands out despite having an otherwise unremarkable face due to his above-average height. He dribbles the ball until it sounds like it should be sitting on a chair and being studied right now. He continued to spend time in the gym, and even though there aren't many teachers here—just five—and they all taught by force, I was unable to stop him.

He closed our faces by placing one hand on the table and bending his tall body. His gaze grew more intense till it pained my eyes, and I held my breath.

Dock!

I felt like my head was spinning in pain when he threw the basketball directly at my head. I wanted to scream and choke him, but I couldn't because my pants were still fastened to the chair and I was afraid they would tear up and the other students would see me in my underwear.

"Teacher, you need to bring the ball back to the gym!" He told me to.

Sim sala bim! I want all the students here to be pigs! I want magic to work!