I am Tarni Welsh

How I ended up Shish-kebabbing My Physics Teacher

2 weeks ago:

Soo, am I the only one who has weird ass Tuesday? Cuz I don't think anyone noticed that I kinda like, Shish-kebabbed my brand new physics teacher Miss Jones. And yes I admit it. 

I Suck at school. Probably the only class I have higher than a D- is Gym. And by gym I mean climbing. And by climbing I mean going into a tree and hang upside down by it or on one of the big rocks you can find at the beach. 

So, anyways back to the story. SO as I said earlier, I shish kebabbed my teacher. so this is how it happened. So anyways, I was walking to my physics class in the long hallway that was lined with lockers that if you weren't careful you would get slammed in the face with the door. 

A/N: Yes this happened to me feel free to laugh.

As soon as I got to my physics class, my teacher, Miss Jones, started droning about newtons, bla bla bla, electrons, la di da di da, and something something something about time and DNA. 

My drawing was cut off by someone tapping on my desk. Annoying so I look up to tell them to fuck off. And there was Miss Jones, asking to talk to me after class. The class was almost over, so I was like sure, fine, whatever. 

So, the bell rang and I calmly grabbed my art supplies, and walked to her desk. " Wanted to see me?" I asked. "Yes I did, honey." And then she just waved me next to her and opened her mouth. 

"Excuse me Miss Jones," The rough voice of my P.E teacher, Hedge, said, " Tarni is going to be late to my class sooo," He trailed off, looking at Miss Jones. "Fine." She sighed. Run along child. I expect to see you tomorrow."

"All right." And then I left but I could swear that I saw a flash of metal under her long flowery dress. 

The rest of the day was pretty normal. I finished school, went to knives throwing and archery practice and then rode the bus home. As I looked out of the bus on the way to the my house in Manhattan. A giant freak storm was brewing, but I've seen worse storms when I lived back in Australia.

 Let me explain. Until, 3 months ago, in April, I came home from school, and my mum, told me we had to move from Australia, to America. Straight out of the blue. I thought, oh well, since my mum is a zoologist, maybe she had to go visit some zoo, or something. But no. We had to do it permanently.

And worst part, we had to move to rainy, soggy, and cold NYC!!! Like couldn't we just move to California, or somewhere, sunny and warm??? Honestly, I just hate it here. Theres's no one I know and like, what do you want me to do, just, rock up and just fit in? 

But anyways I love my mum. She's awesome. Like when my pet snake, Bob died, she let me hold a funeral for him. (RIP Bob I'll miss you)

A/N - Bob is my snakes actual name.

 As I climbed up the stairs to the rooftop apartment me and mum lived in, I saw mum in her jeans and blouse sitting on the porch, with a cuppa in her hand. "Mum?" I asked. It was about 5 o'clock, so I don't know where she was going. "Tarni!" she said, "You're home early." "Yeah. Practice finished in time for me to catch the bus home." I replied. 

"Want some curried sausages?" she asked. I grinned. She had made my favourite again. "Sure." I grinned.

My blue heeler, Sharkbait,  jumped up on me, and I cuddled her for a bit while mum heated up dinner.

A/N - If you don't know the terminology, you're American. Cuppa means cup of tea.

After dinner, we were sitting on the couch watching some movies, eating popcorn, and just commenting on the movies, with Winnie on my lap, drooling, when the doorbell rang. Weird, cuz its 9pm. "My mum opened the door and there stood Miss Jones. Only, it wasn't miss Jones. Shit. 

"Oh. Hello Tarni." And then she brought out a knife and stabbed my mum turning her into a pile of gold ashes. I screamed, and grabbed my thowing knives that I've left on a chair near by. Then, the next couple of minutes was a rush of me just trying to stab my teacher, and yet nothing happened, to her scalely skin, like one of a snake. 

Winnie, then grabbed one of her legs and she was dragged onto the balcony, while I grabbed a knife I didn't know I had. It was bronze, and kinda pretty, but I didn't care. One stab in her neck, and she turned to bad smelling dust.

And then I just locked my door and laid down on the ground, crying.