"..." I rip out a teacher's entrails and bring them to my mouth, chewing slowly while I look at my phone screen where I'm talking to Fanni—or rather, starting a conversation because she just sent the first message.
'Why the hell did she decide to text me this late at night? She should be asleep...'
"[Pandora!! It's kind of late! Sorry for texting at this hour!!!]" She sends a message full of emojis before sending the actual conversation. I shove my hand into the teacher's chest, tearing out a piece and putting it in my mouth while I type with the other hand.
"[It's fine, I'm awake with no plans of sleeping anytime soon]" I write back to her even with the screen smeared with blood.
"The teacher is kind of tasty, but I don't think she's quite what I would've wanted." Our biology teacher is a snake girl—I was expecting a better flavor from her blood.
