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He looked harassed from the moment he stepped into the door of the classroom. His eyes darting around the room avoiding contact with any of the five students brave enough to sign up for his advanced class. His name was Robert, Robert Kenneth, and he was the new English teacher at my small high school.

He would randomly talk about how all literature had death involved, or throw out comments about how he felt like he could just beat someone. The thing that threw us most though was his eternal distraction, it seemed as though he was hiding something. We could be talking about something off subject and he wouldn't even realize we had said a word. There was something about him that made him seem absolutely cracked, almost psychopathic. One day, about halfway through the first semester he rushed out of the room without explanation. After several minutes, my friend and I decided we would like to see what he kept in one of the neat little books he kept hidden behind his desk. She kept watch on the door for him and I ventured behind to look. The first book I pulled was empty as was the second, but the third was rather strange. It had pictures of kids from a swim team he had coached, back in Florida, and dates of their deaths. The moment I realized what exactly it was that he was hiding, he walked into the room...a disturbing smile creeping onto his face.