chrysanthemum and cherubim: this so angered him that he fisted it hard, shattering the glass, and was sorely hurt

Evil Mrs. Carter is on the loose. I have been making children cry left and right over the last two weeks. Mostly boys. Go figure. Here's a sample:
I made the mistake of leaving my classroom during a break to go make some copies. As I am power walking back to my class, three 7th graders run up to me.
"Umm.... do you have a broom?" they ask.
This can only mean one thing: something is broken. After the destruction of two coffee mugs, one picture frame, and various trinkets, I should know better than to leave glass things on my desk. I guess I just keep hoping that middle schoolers will stop being so clumsy/rowdy.
"What broke?" I snap. The kids look amazed.
"How did you know?" they ask, incredulously.
"What broke?" I say again. They shrink in fear.
"Ummm... your candy jar."
I head to the classroom. I'm not really all that upset about the candy jar; it cost me two bucks at Dollar General. I am, however, looking forward to biting some spactic 7th grade boys Jack-Bauer style. I put on the Evil-Teacher Face, swith my gait to Furious Teacher Stalk, turn the corner, eyes popping out of my head....
And see little Nelly Timid sobbing in the hallway. Nelly is an extremely shy little wisp of a thing. She sees my crazy face, and starts stammering hyserically.
"M-M-M-Mrs. Carter... I b-b-broke your (hicup) c-c-candy jar."
I feel terrible. I immediately begin consoling her, telling her the cost of the jar and how everything else on my desk has been dropped at some point. She still seems upset. I take all of the candy that had been in the jar and give it to the whole class. They shower Nelly with praise. She seems to feel better. I am Awesome Mrs. Carter once again.

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