🎀 Show and tell 🎀

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"A show and tell?" Everyone said in unison. Me an Elita shared a glance. What was happening. Crybaby seemed afraid too. She mouthed the words "he was right." As the show stated she pulled a box and started turning the handle only to reveal a puppet. The puppet had half pink hair and half black. Crybaby started blushing violently. "Now class I made this puppet for some special student can you all guess who it is?" Ms. Penelope asked the class while smiling at crybaby. "It's crybaby!!" The whole class yelled then started producing an evil cackle. The puppet was so cute and danced nicely. Then students started throwing paper at it. The teacher found she was stuck to the puppet but then she too had a wicked grin. Only thing is, it was as someone or something was forcing her to smile like that. Crybaby immediately noticed and said out loud "he's right! I can't believe that the school wou-" she was cut off by a sudden banging on a table. Every student was banging on the table. "Crybaby where are you!?" Elita yelled as she saw a pink puff of smoke appear where she was. I saw the puppet but replaced with a tiny silhouette of crybaby. "Crybaby!" I yelled trying to push through the crowd of kids. The doll then was tossed into the air, guys sticking out. The nurses came and took the doll. Just then Ms. Penelope collapsed on the floor with tears in her eyes. "You go follow crybaby I'll stay here and try to talk." I told Elita as she nodded and skipped away to the nurses office. "Ms. Penelope are you ok?" I asked her offering a hand. "I'm so sorry... I don't mean for any of this to happen I-I don't know what happened to the children because they were so happy!" The teacher sobbed as she stood up. "Please tell Crybaby that I never meant it." She asked me still wiping tears of her face. "It's fine we know it wasn't intentional, you looked like you were manipulated, forced even." I told her in a calm voice. "I should get going I'll tell crybaby though, I'm sure she'll forgive you. After all, you are the nicest teacher!" I told Ms. Penelope while exiting the room.

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