She is my teacher the witch. So my story begins in 7th grade. The whole class of about 15 was sitting in our seats on the first day of school, quite and calm. this of course unusual for a 7th grade class on the first day of school. So the teacher walks in and we all gasp. Her hair is all a mess and her eyes were filled with emptiness. she begins to bark about how she woke up late and came to school late. At this point we still didn't even know her name. She starts to give her lecture about todays lesson and her nose begins to twitch and i swear by the moon that a mole/wart sprouts from her upper lip. At that moment we all knew that she, Barbra is a witch.
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