Chapter 3: Meet Mrs Witch Junior

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I walked up to the big chunky gates of the school and take off my hat. A few people snigger at me. Here we go again. The usual insults... "Purple haired freak" "Dry hair" "Bad sense of style" I sigh. The gates were Dark and Shiny. And I then saw her, not my english teacher, but something much worse. Bony face, Brown thick hair, Dark Blue bulging eyes... Im Minced meat. No not Mrs Witch. Her daughter

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