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‘Everyone was talking about the new teacher at school. There was something different about her, something strange about her eyes that frightened people…’. Use this to begin your story.
Everyone was talking about the new teacher at school. There was something different about
her, something strange about her eyes that frightened people. Her ebony curly hair and long pointed nose intensified her anomaly and her marred clothing set an impact... not quite charming.
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On a regular Monday morning, she paced through the hallways and entered Grade Ten ‘B’. As she pushed the door open and took three long strides, everyone shook to dread and stayed stern. “Good morning class”, a witchy voice said that set an impulse on just about everyone. The whole class replied, “Good morning witch”.
On hearing those three simple words, she felt furious and satirized, and it seemed so too. Her eyes rolled digressively and then stayed still, converging at one point, staring at the class that now shuddered with fear. “What did you impertinent little fools just call me?”, her affrighting voice narrated. She rose from the seat she had sat on after greeting the class and grabbed the stick that was lying against the wall. She closed the door and the curtains, and then turned on the light. Tapping the stick gently on her left hand, she said, “Now, can anyone repeat those words again?”
“GOOD MORNING WITCH”, shouted Cane, standing up. He sat at the left back corner of the class and his cliché of the words heard afore tilted everyone’s attention, inclusive of the new strange teacher. She walked towards him and then.. then she pounced! She struck him with the stick, despite being told that the school did not advocate physical punishment.. but what she was doing to him wasn't any physical punishment. It was terror. She hit his head with that stick, that cane, and the object and the subject’s name being quite the same was quite... Well... Fascinating!
But the beating he received wasn't quite so. But Cane wasn’t afraid of her. While the entire class shuddered, he maintained composure. And now, when she was repeatedly hitting him with the stick, he wasn’t afraid to hit back.
He charged like a rhino and pushed her to the ground, the blood seeping from his head smearing on the teacher’s dress. She fell down and the whole class cheered on her fall. But that cheer faded as she rose, not by the regular way but by rewinding her fall. She now laughed, “Muahahaha”. Now, none there could contradict that she wasn’t a witch.
Her eyes were red with exasperation and her evil smile stretched. She showed her teeth and took off her shoes. She juggled the cane like a professional and an ember manifested and then burgeoned, into an inferno. The whole class now cried and yammered, but they had all disappeared by the time the janitor opened the door.
The school still wonders who that person, that teacher was. Nothing remained in that room besides soot and a paper, a note passed during the class, "Sarah, she is a WITCH". But no one has ever bothered to pick up that piece of paper. The story only remains perplexing to many. Never solved.
