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"What are you writing?" the teacher inquired from across the room next to the projector from which she was instructing. The child, a seventh grader, bobbed her head up. Glancing around, her big brown eyes registered confusion, as the great hulking mass of the teacher sighed in exasperation. The long razor-sharp fingernails on the teacher, this ADULT, tapped restlessly on the projector. Unnervingly, the light from the projector was hitting the wall behind this woman from hell, causing her eyes to shadow completely. "Once again," boomed evil-teacher-lady, "What is it, young lady, are you writing in my class?" The child’s suspicions were immediately confirmed with this statement. The woman was a vector of Satan. Trembling visibly in her seat the girl stuttered to reply. "Speak up!" the demon bellowed. Raising her head defiantly and tossing her chocolate curls from her face, the girl replied in a strong voice, "Nothing." The entire class was hushed. Nobody ever spoke to Diabolical-Satan-teacher-lady like that. Nobody. Rumor was, she stuck you into the burning pits of hell and NEVER LET YOU OUT. "I don’t believe you," uttered the creature of doom in a dangerous voice. Fed up with being afraid, the girl stated, in an equally calm and dangerous voice, "Then don’t believe me." Silent pandemonium. Eyes bugging from sockets, nervous fingers flailing, gasps of disbelief, and jaws hitting the ground with loud thumps. The girl was defying the devil in disguise! She was playing with fire and was about to get burned. Literally! Silently, the children began to pray to God to spare her adolescent soul.

Shoulders heaving with rage, the pernicious she-devil began to transform into her true form. Fingernails stopped rapping and slowly her face flushed bright res. Later on, in schoolyard legend, it would be told that one could see horns protruding from her scarlet face. This was never confirmed or denied by witnesses to this event.

The monster moved toward the youthful heroine with a speed and determination only Satan and his evil followers could possess. Viciously, devil-teacher from hell yanked the writing tablet from the girl’s sweet hands. Grinning wickedly, noxious woman delighted as her eyes-shadow devil eyes-played upon the word "diary" on the cover of the prideful girls notebook. Levitating on pure bitch-evil, Satan incarnate began to read out loud the girl’s innermost thoughts and feelings. Yet, as the girl’s mind and thoughts were being raped, she plotted her revenge. Seemingly sweet and innocent, no mortal knew that she too was a vessel for evil. Oh yes, she would have her revenge. Corrupt, bitter, and jaded, the wheels turned in the girl’s head as satanic-teacher-of-doom continued with the diary.

Two weeks later Ms. Rhodes, an un-popular teacher, was taken to the hospital for triple bypass heart surgery. Who’s levitating on pure satanic bitch-evil now? Heh heh.