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Slowly, the creaking floorboards shuffled. Maria, sat on her bed, watched them, as they moved in rhythm. Up, and down, and up, and down. Anxiously, she looked up at her door, hearing another noise, a lower, louder creaking. As she peered through her covers at the golden door handle, she saw the light dance on the surface, and as she watched with fear, but also with awe, she realized what would come next. The door inched forward, slowly.

Merrily, Emily danced through the woods, picking flowers and gathering them into a bunch. She stroked the animals that approached her curiously, wondering what the noise was. As Emily approached the large lake that ran ahead of her, she lay her flowers down on the large tuft of grass to the side of her, where she nestled food for the animals of the forest. She sighed, stretching out the feet behind her body. She was happy, and there was no reason not for her to be.

Lucas slowly slid the paperclip into the lock in front of him, and twisted it, until he heard a low click. As he slid the door open slowly to avoid any noise, he shuffled into the room that lay ahead of him, eager to investigate the contents. He lay the lockpick he hastily made into his backpack, and continued along the restricted corridor, wondering what made it so dangerous, and prohibitted. Slowly, but surely, he made his way silently, until he reached the bottom of the corridor, and he peered into the large, windowed door, guarding the secrets that they didn't want anyone to know.

"Let the feast begin," let out the Badger Lord, standing at the top of the table. The who table burst into laughter, and conversation, as everyone dug into the food on the table in front of them. The forest folk had worked hard in preparation all that day, as they had something to celebrate about, and they all knew what a hapyp day it was, and what a memorable day it would be in the history of the forests. The table was laid lavishly, and there were candles along the table, lighting the hall, and the food along side. Everyone had a goblet filled to the brim. Everyone was having a good time, until the doors burst open, revealing a rather exhausted stoat, and he collapsed, as he uttered two words, "They're back"

The class giggled, seated all around the class room. Thye were very nervous, it was there first lesson in their new school, and, as all new pupils, were eager to learn. Many sat rigid, with there stationery laid out neatly on the table in front of them, not wanted to upset the, as yet, absent teacher, however, many others were more sloppy in their dress, and were chatting and giggling to their neighbours, taking full advantage of the little playtime they had been granted. However, as soon as the tall figure walked into the room, the whole class fell silent. She strutted over to the teachers desk, sitting down. "Good morning, My name is Mrs. Burnes."

The class giggled, seated all around the classroom. They were very nervous, it was there first lesson in their new school, and, as all new pupils, were eager to learn. Many sat rigid, with there stationery laid out neatly on the table in front of them, not wanted to upset the, as yet, absent teacher, however, many others were more sloppy in their dress, and were chatting and giggling to their neighbors, taking full advantage of the little playtime they had been granted. However, as soon as the tall figure walked into the room, the whole class fell silent. She strutted over to the teacher’s desk, sitting down. "Good morning, my name is Mrs. Burnes."

I sat quietly, hoping that no one noticed me. I hated it when teacher would notice the shy child, small and scrunched up, chewing on her hair, and when they usually did, they'd think I was mental or unusual or something, and act like I was special and be extra nice to me. I thought it was pathetic, really. Never once have I met a teacher that was strict and to the point. I hated those teachers. Those teachers that were pudgy, with sweet blond hair, with a high squeaky voice that made your ears buzz with annoyance. Those were the teachers that seem to give me a kind of power to me to go up to them and slap them in the face.

But I knew, from the first appearance of Mrs. Burnes, that she wasn’t one of those Cotton candy teachers. She wasn’t plump with a fake smile and a mole that twitched too much on her cheek. She didn’t have a smile on her face, instead, a grim frown on her face. But the only surprising thing that I saw was she wasn’t pudgy. She didn’t have sweet blond hair, and as she spoke, she had a deep mesmerizing voice.

She was tall and slender, with long straight black hair that reached her waistline. She had an unsmiling face that was filled with sarcasm just waiting to be released. As I watched, her eyes scanned the room, studying every one of the faces that filled the room. Suddenly I noticed how beautiful she was. Her eyes, that hazel brown, she was what a girl could ask for. She was like me. She hated those sweet-tooth teachers just as much as me. She hated those talkative students that goofed around instead of wanting to learn. She was like me.




And that when I knew, that she was going to be the teacher of my dreams.

That one quote is from a Redwall book, isn't it?

It's not over a thousand words, however it is fairly long. (I put a lot of double spaces in...) I don't know a good site that I can put it on that is fairly private. Can you suggest one?

The class giggled, seated all around the class room. Thye were very nervous, it was there first lesson in their new school, and, as all new pupils, were eager to learn. Many sat rigid, with there stationery laid out neatly on the table in front of them, not wanted to upset the, as yet, absent teacher, however, many others were more sloppy in their dress, and were chatting and giggling to their neighbours, taking full advantage of the little playtime they had been granted. However, as soon as the tall figure walked into the room, the whole class fell silent. She strutted over to the teachers desk, sitting down. "Good morning, My name is Mrs. Burnes."

The class remained silent. Mrs.Burnes had a certain air around her that made everyone shiver.

"Oh dear, we don't seem to have the hang of this, do we? When I enter a classroom I expect you to stand up and respond to me when I say 'Good Morning'. Can we do that?" Mrs.Burnes glared at the class. Not one member of them didn't flush. Apart from Tom, that was. Tom wasn't very bright, and didn't soak these words in like a sponge. So, as the rest of the class stood up, he remained seated, rubbing his nose blearily.

"Good morning Mrs.Burnes," chanted the class. Yet again, apart from Tom, who was yawning and staring out of the window. Everybody seemed to have noticed this, and didn't seem to know what to do.

"Why, it seems that young Thomas doesn't seem to want to join in. Come on Thomas, you don't want to make me angry." sneered Mrs.Burnes.

Silence rang the room.

"Uhhh...miss, me name's Tom." grumbled Tom, picking his nose, and plainly not caring. Fire seemed to alight in Mrs.Burnes's eyes.


"Oh dear. Well, you see, in my class, you shall be called Thomas. Unless you'd rather me call you by your middle name, or perhaps my own little nickname?" Mrs.Burnes moved towards Tom, sending shuddereds to the people she passed.


"I dinne like me middle name, miss. Me nickname's Tom, see." Tom gave a very pronounced yawn.

"Ronald. I believe your middle name is 'Ronald'." Mrs.Burnes said the name with a look of mingled disgust. "Nasty, old fasioned name. Well, Thomas Ronald, I want a three thousand word essay from you explaining why it is rude to yawn in my lesson. You are to hand it in tomorrow, or else. Do I make myself clear?" she snapped.

"Do I 'ave to miss? Essays are for geeks. No 'ffence, like." scoffed Tom.

"Well then I think you'll find that after you do this essay for me, you will be what you call a 'geek'. It is your punishment for being so rude. Now, is there anyone that objects to this?" barked Mrs.Burnes. The class shook their heads slowly, then sat down.

"Right, so this is our lesson plan..." Mrs. Burnes drifted to the board and wrote many complicated sums on it. The class glanced at each other in fear. Advance Algebra...they hadn't even done Algebra before!


This was going to be a long lesson...