I wrote this in like sixth grade. Found it in a notebook. It kind of scares me. It's a little bit evil. >:)
I walked with my head held high into class, fashionably late. The evil witch of a teacher stared me down. I sat down comfortably and began reading. I heard her trying to sneak up on me. She laughed her highly maniacal laugh. I glared into her bright red eyes. Power coursed through my veins. Before I knew it, she was out cold with a purple bruise on her head. I exited the scene of the crime quickly and quietly. The class stared in disbelief at their most interesting teacher lying on the floor.
I, on the other hand, was never found.
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Short Stories
RomantikVarious emotional, poetic, detailed stories that I write when I'm bored, have something on my mind, or am required to write for school.
