Time for Love and Murder.
Did you ever have a crush on your teacher? I did. For me, it was Miss Greenway. Though it was more than just a crush, it was pure, true, love. A love which burned brighter than a billion suns. Unfortunately, of all the subjects she could be my teacher in, it was English. My school reports were all glowing, except for English. English is something I struggled with. Spelling and grammar just doesn’t make any sense. Of course, all the spelling and grammar Nazis just love that, they can’t read what I wrote, they just see the errors and ignore everything else. Fuck them, it’s their loss. For Miss Greenway I tried, and she appreciated my efforts. My reports from Miss Greenway would all say, “Tries hard.” She made words special for me, I wrote …