Chapter 1: My Teacher

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It was that day my teacher took my iPod. She had always been a witch.

Thick brown strands of hair stuck out of her bony face. Her glasses took up half of her upper appearance and her lips were the worst. They never twitched a smile. While walking, she had her toes pointed, back straight, strutting everywhere. Soo that was it.

And actually i was not surprised when the witch took my baby blue iPod in its bright green case

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