“Alex! Pay attention!” She stormed over to me angrily and grabbed the note from my hands. As she read it over I could see her facial expression change from rage to pure disgust. A few kids giggled while I was frozen in place with fear. Maybe it was a bad idea to draw an over exaggerated picture of her as a turkey…..
But she did, of course look like a turkey. Her black hair stood up gelled and her pointy nose looked as though you could cut steel with it. She even had one of those jiggley things under her chin that old people get.
“I’ll be giving your mother a call” she forced through clenched teeth. My cheeks turned red and I looked down. By now all the kids were staring at me. I did not like this teacher. And I was going to put an end to this.
I could feel my body expanding and the floor getting farther and farther away. Before I knew it I reached four feet, five feet, six feet, and finally seven feet. Almost immediately my vision changed from sight in two eyes to vision in eight eyes.
So there I am in the front of the class standing almost seven feet tall with eight legs. All the kids started up a choir of giggles. They knew of my ability to shape shift for there was this other incident a year ago that I don’t like to remember.
That’s when the teacher turned around. I guess she wasn’t used to seeing a seven foot tall spider in the place where a seven year old was standing just seconds ago.
All the blood in her face immediately disappeared and her eyes doubled in size. I took a step toward her. By the way the old woman shook I almost felt bad, but not quite. By now the whole room of kids was bursting out in laughter. As I took another step forward, she turned and ran out of the class room screaming.
As soon as the teacher was gone, I quickly changed back into my normal 3’8 self. A few of the kids came up and patted me on the back while others just blabbed about how amazing that was. I was even asked by some boy if I could teach him.
“Quick! The principal is coming!” screamed a boy the front of the room. We frantically searched for our seats and all got seated right when Mr. Greefeld walked in.
His eyes were narrow and he looked mad. His sharp booming voice made us all jump because normally, he was one of those nice principals who never yelled.
“I don’t know what happened.” He started. “But if this was some kind of prank you kids pulled, it was not funny.” He paused. “Right now at this very moment, your teacher is being rushed to the hospital due to a serious heart attack. Now who is going to tell me what happened?” He quickly made eye contact with every student and I could see that when he looked at them, they shifted and looked down. “I see. Then until your teacher comes back, you will be having Mrs. Gross.” But of course, you see, our teacher never did come back. She died a few hours later that day, and it was all my fault.
I don't think this is non-fiction though..... at least I hope its not nonfiction.....
Lummee, didn't expect that. But yes, this needs to be moved to "Fantasy".