Mr Rotoco; Miss John second greatest fear.

Young miss John Sat in the study space of her room. However, she only had eye for one thing--- the red alarm clock.

She stared that it intently, silently waiting for the ticking hand to signify 3:00 p.m.

It was 2:54 p.m. In exactly 5 minutes Mr Rotoco will come in making sure he was a minute early and then her nightmare will begin.

stay calm Jenna. Maybe he has changed.

Miss John's tried to encourage herself but do devils really change.

Jenna's prediction was right, at Exactly 2:59 p.m. The door knob twisted and Mr Rotoco came in, dressed in tailored black suit and holding a black Briefcase. He was a grown man in his early 50s, with sleek black hair and the darkest eyes Jenna had ever seen.

" Good afternoon, Miss John". He smiled.

Jenna wasn't fooled. Under Mr Rotoco's factitious smile laid something wicked, something cruel... Lucifer himself. A kind of man who always kept cool, spoke calmly are smile lightly even when doing the evilest thing.

"Good afternoon sir". Jenna managed greet despite her great fear and hatred for her tutor.

Mr Rotoco closed the door and made his way to Jenna's study space. Immediately he kept his Briefcase on the place assigned to it, the alarm buzzed 3:00 p.m.

Jenna Switched off the alarm. Her tutor was crazy about time management. He always made sure he enters Jenna's room by 2:59 p.m. And drops his suitcase exactly 3:00 p.m. every day to begin the lesson. And at the end, exactly 4:59 p.m. He picks up his suitcase and leaves the room 5:00 p.m. Sharp.

Mr Rotoco didn't just work with hours and minutes, he worked with seconds.

The psychopathic tutor open his suitcase and brought out an apple and a belt. He kept the Apple on the assigned white plate as always, but, the belt remained in his hands.

Jenna stared at the Apple like it was the poison apple from Snow White. In Mr Rotoco's class, the big red juicy apple wasn't a fruit to be enjoyed... it was a tool for evaluation.

Throughout the whole lesson Mr Rotoco would peel the red apple slowly and delicately so that the peeling would last 2 hours--- the time range for the study session.

If he paused peeling for a second, Jenna had made a mistake.

If the fruit knife leaves the Apple then Jenna will receive a lash from the belt.

If he drops the knife on the plate she would get five lashes on her back.

Then if he keeps both the apple and the knife... Jenna already knows that she is in big trouble and will get nothing less than 10 lashes.

In any case, there wasn't a day that Miss John didn't end up with bruises on her back.

" Inspection time" reminded Mr Rotoco.

Jenna's heart dropped that statement, but her face was still Stern. No emotion was a rule in Mr Rotoco's class. His student must never smile, frown or show any serious emotion. Their face must remain plain and focused no matter what.

No peeing, no pooping, no relaxing, no breaks--- just 2 hours of pure torture.

Mr Rotoco began inspecting everything arranged on the desk meticulously. He had obsessive compulsive disorder, so the textbooks must be arranged by color.

The Notebooks must be arrayed in the order of size.

The pens and pencils must be laid out horizontally with equal spaces between them.

While order tools [alarm, calculator, mathematical set ...] must be kept at a chosen angle.

Jenna must also sit straight on a stool at Exactly 90°.No slouching ,no reclining .

"Miss John. The textbooks are to be arranged according to this color order : red, yellow, blue, Green, white. However, you arranged it the complete opposite way. " Mr Rotoco raise the belt and gave Jenna one whip on the back.

It was painful, but Jenna had to maintain a particular posture and facial expression, so she silently endured.

" The space between pencil A and B is bigger than the space between Pencil B and C" . He whipped her again.

" You placed the blue pen before the red pen which is not supposed to be so" . Another whip on Jenna's back.

" Your alarm is supposed to face you at an angle 45°, but you made it angle 65°" .yet another whip. Then came three more from small mistakes made in the desk arrangement.

In Mr Rotoco's lesson every single trivial mistake attracted a lethal punishment.

Tears streamed from Jenna's expressionless face because of her hurting back.

" Why are you crying ? " Asked the vicious tutor" does it hurt? . . . Well, it should hurt but not physically. What should Hurt is the fact that the amount of whips I give you every day is equivalent to the level of foolishness you've attained ... What should hurt most is the realization that you are a good for nothing fool" .

He handed Jenna a handkerchief to clean her tears." take, use this while telling yourself how stupid you are".

Jenna collected the handkerchief avoiding eye contact with her tutor --- Another rule, no eye contact

" Let's Begin "...

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Miss John open the trash can and stared

into it. She felt no different from the garbage in the bin.

She glanced at the Apple in her hand with great Sadness and anger. After the gruesome 2 hours, it was only half peeled.

Mr Rotoco had dropped both the knife and the Apple, and she had received 15 whips on her

back.

What pained Jenna the most wasn't the physical pain inflicted on her. It was the last statement her maniac tutor uttered before leaving the door

" In all my years of teaching and out of all the students I have ever tutored you are the dumbest and the most disappointing" .

Those words pricked Jenna's skin like nails.

She turned and got a few view of our room.

In numerous shelves where arrayed trophies of nearly uncountable number .

Trophies she had gotten from various competitions, math Olympiad, contest, spelling bees --- both National and International.

Jenna had never carried anything less than first position in all of them.

She was the most intelligent girl in her entire School.

She was the best student in her State.

She solved math problems meant for professors.

She studied both art and science subjects together.

She crammed laws, formulas, principles, definitions ,so much that her brain became like a programmed computer --- Ask any question, get the answer immediately .

Jenna's IQ was estimated to be 260 [ A 100 times greater than Albert Einstein's]

However, despite all these achievements she was still the most disappointing student in Mr Rotoco's eyes.

Jenna busted out into uncontrollable tears. She threw the apple in the trash can and knelt down close to it.

She didn't know if her father was aware of how abusive the tutor he hired was.

The only thing Mr John wanted was Jenna's excellent results, and he gave Mr Rotoco the permission to use any method he could in making that sure.

Her mother, siblings and other Close ones probably didn't know also.

Oh!!!.💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 It hurt Jenna so much that she was powerless. She couldn't make her father change his mind about Mr Rotoco.

The telephone rang. She knew it was her father, so she hurriedly picked it up.

" Has Mr Rotoco left ? " Came Mr John's Stern voice from the other line. No greetings, no 'how are you doing?'. Just total unconcern.

Jenna adjusted voice to hide that she had been crying

" Yes sir. We've finished the lesson "

" good. Make sure you do the work I assigned you to do and prepare dinner ... and please, black ceramics for Mondays. don't make mistakes and make me angry "

"okay --- "

Mr John ended the call.

The telephone slipped from Jenna's hand, and she crashed down onto the floor resuming her tears.

She had not even recovered from the lesson she'd just received and now, there was work and chores and dinner to cook.

Her family could easily hire maids to do the work and cooking, but ,her father claimed his daughter was growing lazy, dismissed all the helps and refused to hire again.

Jenna curled up on the brown rug snuffling . She wished the next minute would be school time so she could see Stella and Evan who were her only source of happiness .

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