The Mean Teacher

    I had THE worst teacher in the world last year. Mrs. Vill. We all called her Mrs. Evil. She was very evil. She was also the ugliest teacher. Her feet were huge! Probably 2ft long at least. Her hair was sticking up everywhere like a troll doll. She probably never washed it. Her fingernails were grotesque! They were the length of pencils. She always had blood red nail polish on to cover up the grime and filth under her nails. At least that's what everybody said. She was as thin as a pipe cleaner. if you were to grab her by her waist, your hand would fit all the way around. Her ears were the size of dinner plates. She could always hear when you talked. She also wore the ugliest clothes. Dresses with different colors that never matched each other. Last, she had one long eyebrow that pointed downward to show her pure evilness. If she were any worse, she wouls be an evil monster with green skin. Some kids thought they saw some green.
     Not only was she ugly, but she was mean. When she yelled at you, it was like she was breathing fire. I remember one time she yelled at some kid, and he had to get sent home because he had a fever. I wonder what made him so hot. No one in our class was spared from her wrath. Not even the goody-goody teacher's pets. There were no teacher's pets in Mrs. Evil's class. One day I was at recess and I told my friend something bad about Mrs. Evil. She was all the way across the playground, but she came marching up and gave me detention for the rest of my life. (Or so it felt.) I finally managed to survive the year.
     Now my teacher is Mrs. Nice. She is too nice. She treats us like babies. She absolutely never gives homework. Oh well. I suppose too nice is A LOT better than too evil. So does everyone else. =)

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