From behind her black-rimmed glasses, she peered with evil eyes onto her subjects before her. She deemed them deplorable.
"Work, you pitiful scoundrels," she yelled at the helpless children. "This isn't summer camp, and we ain't makin' no boondoggles."
"But Ms. Olsen," a student bravely protested, with trembling hand raised, "how are we supposed to copy the entire textbook in one hour. It's impossible!"
"Really?" She responded, disdain boiling in her throat like hot soup. "Really? Whatev." She put her hands in front of her, making a "W" sign with her thumbs and index fingers, then turned her back to her class and started computing their failing grades, chuckling lowly beneath her breath.
"The plan is coming together," she thought silently. "It's only a matter of time..."
Gripping and soon to be a real page turner! Obviously the Ms. Olsen of the story has nothing to do with Jackson's beautiful and kind wife.
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What? Are you serious? Yeah baby!
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ReplyDeleteMom, LOVE the title. I'll run it by my editor. And Amber, no, this is not serious. This is what happens when we feel like we have nothing to blog about. Glad you enjoyed it though.
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