Chapter 9: Timmy Turner

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I sighed as our new teacher walked into the room. "Hello, class," he said, "I am Vlad Masters, but you call me Mr. Masters." Something was off about this Masters guy, and I was gonna get to the bottom of it. "Guys, there's something about our new teacher that I don't trust," I whispered to my godparents, who were my usual pencils. Cosmo looked at the man and gasped. "Okay, we're each going to say our names so I can learn all of your names quickly," said Mr. Masters. He started with the front row starting with that weird girl, Sally. Then it was Elmer and Chester. "My name is Timothy Turner, but everyone calls me Timmy," I said formally. "Ah, yes, the Turner kid," said Mr. Masters with a bit of an evil tone, "You're friends with Daniel Fenton, aren't you?" "Daniel? I know a Danny...that's who you're talking about, isn't it?" The man laughed as he moved on. "Timmy, watch out for him," said Cosmo in whisper. "Why?" I whispered back. "That's the guy from my vision." I looked at the teacher. Black suit, gray hair. Darn! "You're right, Cosmo," I whispered. "Alright, now for the lesson," said Mr. Masters. He started teaching the lesson, and that's when my short attention span kicked in.

After school, I went home. "Guys, I'm home!" I called out. "Hey, Timmy," said Danny. "Oh, hey, Danny! Where're my parents?" "They headed out to do some errands." "Oh. So, what'd you do while I was gone?" "Nothing much. I just talked with Sparky, searched up some things on Google, watched some tv." "Oh. Well, I have a new teacher." "Really?" "Yeah, his name's Vlad Masters and he looks a bit untrustworthy." "He is...at least that's what I've heard." Danny was hiding something too. "Are you hiding something from me?" I asked. "No, it's just my parents and him went to the same college and my dad is his number one fan." "In what?" "Every single thing he does...literally." I laughed. "Yeah, I know. So, um, anyway, where are your goldfish?" Danny asked me. "They're in my room, aren't they?" I asked and my godparents were on it. "Last time I checked they weren't in there." "Oh, well, why do you want my goldfish so badly?" "I just wanna see them." "Well, check my room again. I'm gonna read some of my comics." "Cool." He ran up to the room....He wasn't getting suspicious...was he?

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