Here’s the next chapter in this crazy piece of fan fiction.
“Oh, what a glorious afternoon this has been?” Brittany said, practically floating down the hallway with her friend Sally Morris. “For the last two periods I haven’t had to even look at Alvin… that rat.”
“What are you talking about, Brittany,” Sally said. “I thought he was your boyfriend. Besides, he so cute.”
“Boyfriend? Huh! I’d rather date a mole,” she said, but not very convincingly.
Her two sister soon joined her. “Hi, Eleanor. Hi, Jeanette,” Sally said. “What’s wrong with Brittany?” she whispered.
“Oh, nothing,” Eleanor said. “She just had another fight with Alvin… Let’s see. This would be the tenth one this week.”
“Then it must be love,” Sally teased.
“Shut up, you guys,” Brittany yelled. “We have one more class, and the sooner it’s over the better.”
“Well,” Eleanor said, “This class should be a breeze.”
The four girls entered the music room. Jeanette and Eleanor were very excited. They had a new teacher this semester and couldn’t wait to meet her. Jeanette spotted Simon and Theodore at the back of the class. Alvin was nowhere to be found.
“Hi, Simon,” Jeanette said, walking towards him. “I wonder what the new teacher is like.”
“We’ll find out soon enough,” Simon said. They took seats next to each other. “Have you seen Alvin?”
“No,” Jeanette said, “but he better hurry. The bell will be ringing soon.” No sooner had she gotten the words out come the buzz of the bell.
The new teacher came out of a little room located near her desk as Alvin practically flew into the classroom. He stopped dead cold and noticed that the teacher was looking at him.
“Nice of you to join us today, Mister…?”
“Uhh… Seville…Alvin Seville,” he said with a chuckle.
“Take your seat, please,” she said and faced the class.
She didn’t look like an ordinary teacher. She had long shaggy Chestnut brown hair pinned up at the sides. And a 1920’s style peasant dress and flat shoes with a flower print. “
My name is Miss Miller,” she said, stepping back and almost tripping onto her desk. The class started to laugh, and she laughed too.
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