Miss Peabody's sixth grade math class was in rare form that morning. While she dutifully worked long division on the blackboard, Travis Anderson, the class clown, was rubbing the end of Gina Weston's blond ponytail in black shoe polish. He only did it because he liked her and she wouldn't pay any attention to him.
While Travis was occupied with dyeing the hair of his one true love, Charlie Canton repeatedly pegged Kevin Hall in the back of the head with balls of paper. He didn't particularly care for Kevin because Kevin was a self-righteous little prig whose parents had money. Charlie didn't even have parents, unless he counted his foster parents, which he didn't. Money was equally lacking.
Bermuda Robinson drew rainbows on the back of her math book with gel ink pens. Cynthia Appleton passed a note to her BFF Wendy Hamilton, which was full of caustic gossip about all the other girls in the class. One of her better creations, if she did say so herself.
Miss Peabody's classroom was completely out of control, and as usual, she was clueless. Having successfully worked the problem on the board, Miss Peabody turned to face her class. As she opened her mouth to ask if anyone had any questions, Chester Boone...
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...looking a little green, raised his hand.
Miss Peabody sighed. "Yes, Chester?"
"Uh...I don't feel so good."
Miss Peabody sighed again.
"'Well', Chester. You don't feel so 'well'."
Noting that Chester's face was rapidly getting greener and paler, she ruled out the possibility of him getting out of class on a ruse, as was usually the case.
"All right, go on to the nurse's off--" she stopped as Chester, amid screams and chairs overturning as students scrambled out of the way, projectile-vomited all over his desk, his books, and the unfortunate classmate seated directly in front of him, Cynthia Appleton.
Miss Peabody called in the janitor, the school nurse, and a teacher's assistant. Cynthia left the room blubbering with the assistant, Chester with the nurse, and the rest of the class watched in silence as the janitor cleaned up the mess.
Miss Peabody sat down at her desk, her lesson obviously forgotten, and sighed for the third time as she took note of Gina's black-tipped ponytail. Travis met her glance briefly before staring out the window, trying to appear innocent.
Days like these strengthened her desire to take her savings and go on an extended vacation to...
Gaugeron 5. But intergalatic space travel was too pricey, and by the time she saved up enough she'd be ninety-seven years old. Of course, on days like today she felt ninety-seven anyway. Maybe starting a savings plan wasn't the worst idea in the world. It would be nice to go home.
She sighed again, letting out a thin stream of mishfor gas to prevent the human body she was currently inhabiting from exploding. Earth's atmosphere was so annoying in that way. Other planets didn't require flatulence for survival. But then nearly everything about this planet was as annoying as the children she was forced to oversee each day.
She eyed up Charlie Canton speculatively. It had been nearly a decade since she last ate a student, and he'd recently confided in her his frustration over having no parents and being stuck in foster care. She'd be doing him a favour really and no one would miss him.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by...
A black spot suddenly appearing in the corner of her vision. It got bigger and bigger.
Miss Peabody quickly did a check around the room. The kids--idiots that they were--didn't seem to notice in the slightest. Travis had moved the shoe polish on up Gina's ponytail and Gina was so involved in her texting that she didn't even notice. Kevin had finally turned around to try and see who was throwing paper at him. And Janalynn Harmon had started a cat fight with Cynthia over the contents of her note.
Miss Peabody gave a mental sigh at that cat fight. They just weren't the same any more. In the old days on Gaugeron 5 cat fights...well they weren't really cat fights, they were filpa fights, but the filpa's were usually in heat and starved for three days before hand. That made for a good fight...money...home...big black hole in the middle of the poster of Dascartes?
Suddenly filpa fights were forgotten. Miss Peabody began to positively writhe with excitement. It was finally happening! Out of the hole came the beginnings of the long expected army of. . .
giant spring daffodils, marching in regiments, turning thier giant centers to scan for other plant like beings. Oh how Miss Peabody, hated her human form. She was a wonderous plant. And like all plants longed to be out in the sun, her feet soaking in the fertile soil, just breathing. But on this planet, the beings spent way too much time inside, and can you believe that there was a thing called winter here, where the plants died? Just in time, here were her comrads, coming to convert, subvert or force this planet to think of other ways of living in harmony with their enviroment. Hopefully they had a plan for this thing called winter too.
Miss Peabody looked around the room. She couldn't believe that these totally moronic children weren't even paying attention. Hello?!? Did nobody even see what was going around them.
Just then, Chester returned from the nurses office.
"Uhhhh What?" he stammered. "Miss Peabody, I don't think I am feeling any better. I am seeing things now! he exclaimed.
Soon the entire class was. . .
Sneezing. For a moment, Miss Peabody thought it was some kind of freak coincidence that every child in her class was allergic to daffodils. Then she noticed the spray guns.
It was the perfect disguise. The humans would just think they were bottles of weed killer--here Miss Peabody gave a shudder. Why humans seemed to think that killing any kind of a plant was a good idea was something she could never grasp.
One of the smaller daffodils ambled up to Miss Peabody. "Yellow 10-12 QRB?"
"Yes," Miss Peabody answered, ducking out of the way of a particularly nasty snot ball.
"We've come to. . ."
..."exterminate the aphids".
"Aphids?" Miss Peabody gasped in horror. The term "aphid" was the most vile, most repugnant thing a living being could be called. Miss Peabody had grown fond of the little crabgrass sprouts in spite of herself.
As the largest daffodil brought up his spray gun to level it at Chester, Miss Peabody screamed "Wait! Stop! These aren't the ones you're looking for!" Thinking rapidly, she ran over to the black hole and said "Follow me, I'll show you where you can find true 'aphids'!"
She jumped through and the daffodils followed her to...
(What a fun blog!!! I'll add to it when I have time to read everything!) :)
A sharp ring severed through the atmosphere, bringing Miss Peabody to attention.
The side of her face was soaking wet. A puddle on her desk.
A furious flush scorched her cheeks and she quickly patted her hair in place.
"Too many pistachios," she mumbled.
Something was wrong. The classroom was quite. Dark. Empty.
She hurled a glance at the clock and realized it was Nine O'clock at night. There wasn't a thing out of place.
"What a dream. I'm definitely laying off the pistachios."
Where did you guys go? This blog is lonely.... :(
YA Paranormal Romance Darkspell coming fall of 2011!
Can Alex save Winter from the darkness that hunts her?
♥.•*¨Elizabeth¨*•.♥
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