Week 12 Prompt

Prompts Week 12. Take some risks with your three responses! There are risky topics, risky ways of writing about non-risky topics, and risky ways of writing about risky topics.

59. The door slammed, and I never looked back.

I sit on our Ethan Allen couch. I like to refer to it as such, even though it's eighties floral print doesn't suggest it's high end. It was given to us by some friend-of-a-friend's in-laws or something along those lines. Either way, here I sit on the ol' Ethan, watching TV when I realize, he's been in the other room for a while. I get up and open the door to see what's up and instantly regret doing so.
There he is, sitting at the computer, whacking his peen. He quickly turns off the monitor, then ducks down under the desk headed to the power strip, and to pull up his pants. I have to hand it to him (pun intended), if I hadn't seen the screen, he might have gotten away with it.
At this point I am so dumbstruck, I don't know what to do, do I say something? If so, it would probably start another fight of the century, and I don't really want to stay at my moms again. I decide I'd rather save the embarrassment for both of us and pretend I didn't see anything. That seems like a solid plan.
I sit in the awkward silence with time to process. Did this really just happen? We haven't fooled around in days. Well, I guess maybe this is this why. I think of all the times he has shut himself in our room and start to get queasy. I'm glad I don't use the computer much, who knows what is on those keys. He would he really rather do himself than me? 
Now I'm getting angry. After all the crap I have put up with, this is the last straw. I'm out of here. I mean, we obviously have a problem, we haven't fooled around in days. Now I can't even look at him. Molesting himself when I'm in the next room watching cash cab? Who does he think I am? Who does he think he is?
I don't think I will ever tell him I saw. And it's not even to spare his feelings. I would love to embarrass the hell out of him. Honestly, I just don't want to think about it again.  But within a week, my stuff will be out, the door slammed and I will never looked back.

61. I am an English teacher. All English teachers lie. But I am telling you the truth.

I am easily the most annoying person in this class. It must be that it's right after lunch. I'm on a sugar high, and the fresh air and socialization has gotten me all wired. So, with all that, how is it possible that I don't get in trouble? The guy next to me could sneeze and get kicked out. I can barely handle myself, how can anybody else handle me?
I admit, I do get intentionally rowdy to see if I can get a reaction out of the teacher. It never works. Everyone says that he's some sort of pedophile, gawking at girls chests. I don't know if I believe that. He is a strange man, but I don't think he's a pervert. Though, every time I test their theory and wear a revealing top, I could get away with murder. I guess the real test would be to wear a turtleneck and be as obnoxious as I can. If I end up in detention, I might just end these shenanigans.