The Substitute Teacher was Weird

    My friend and I were walking to class as usual, expecting the same old boring school day. I opened the door, and we both exclaimed at the same time, "Oh my God!!"
     There was a substitute in our class. She was as tall as a professional basketball player and as skinny as an anorexic teenage girl. Her milk white hair was down past her knees, and it looked like she hadn't washed it in a few years. Her complexion was paler than the palest shade of white, covered with bright red splotches, and she had more wrinkles than a raisin. Also, the stench of rotten eggs was coming from her general direction.
     We sat down in our too-small desks and waited nervously for class to begin. "Good morning class," she crooned with a voice that sounded like nails scratching a chalkboard. We all cringed slightly.
     As she took roll, I noticed that she swayed back and forth, as if she was in another universe, and we could all hear the audible flap, flap of her canary-yellow and multi-colored polka-dotted dress smacking against her pasty, spider vein filled legs.
     "Ok,class," she creaked, "my name is Miss Yicky. Today we will be learning a lot of wonderful things." Then she started singing, as off key as an untuned piano, in her squeaky voice, "Math, Science, English, History, learning will be fun with me."
     We all slumped down in our seats, trying to hide from this alien teacher. This was going to be a long day. A loooooong looooooong day.

The End