10 years ago
Victoria
Sweat pelted down my face as my fingers fumbled through the Disney Princess folder. Where was it? Where was my spelling worksheet?
"Victoria," Mrs. Isle's stick figure towered over me, "Where is your homework."
My eyes widened in fear, cowering beneath her glance.
She looked like an evil witch. One that would choke you and put you in her big cauldron if you didn't do your homework.
"M-m-my dog a-a-te my home-home work," I stuttered, tears pouring from my eyes.
My dog didn't eat my homework, in fact, my dog has no teeth.
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