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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.
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