17 January 2013
I think my science teacher Wants to eat us. I see it in her eyes every time she grins at us.
It's why I'm late to school, So I can avoid her way. So I don't fall into her grasp, And become her Tuesdays snack.
She scares me when she licks her lips, Her hooded gaze picturing us all on a stick.
I stood by the Bunsen one day, a hot open flame. Her nose twitched and she smiled wickedly.
"Ok Molly, now move closer to the flame!"
"But Mrs...isn't it s'posed to be away?!"
I swear I don't smell that nice, Not of sugar and spice. The boys especially smell of sweat and drink. So why would she want to eat us? we're not delectable, or a speciality of rare blue cooked meat!
But Two students eaten already, and I fear I'll be next on the waiting list.
But Where did the school hire this one, and how the hell did she get in?!
I read her email once by chance, It was from cross-channel terry sayin:
"I hopes everythins alright at that new job I provided you with?! Try not to eat the kids, they're good little Munchkins! Although one owes me money for that west life ticket gig!"
Oh shit! That Dodgy Git! Providing us with a real child eating teacher.
Guess it's time to let the Hunger Games Begin!
(#Twistedtruth)
Man Eating Teacher • Opuss № I