Polly Lopez seemed to be a normal innocent schoolgirl until that fateful day...
...As Polly walked into school listening to Billy Ray Cyrus, she thought about the day ahead of her and what time would bring. She still had music blasting out of her earphones when the teacher slammed her hand on the desk and shouted. "It isn't my fault Billy is such an awesome person!" Polly protested against the teacher as she wrote something down on a peice of scrumpled up paper. She was saying something again but Polly just looked out of the window. A crow flew past and landed on a nearby branch that coiled out as if it were reaching for Polly. The crow seemed to be calling her outside and she felt the need to run and follow where the crow went. "Are you listening to me miss Lopez?" The teacher screamed. Polly was lost for words and stood up abruptly. "Wait!" A peice of paper was hurled towards Polly and she caught it. Later on she wished that she hadn't. Can't wait to tell my mum I have a detention" she thought.
At lunch, everyone was crowded around a board showing a list of people who got on a trip of their lives. People were cheering everywhere, but Polly knew she wouldn't of been picked. Sure enough, she saw "Polly Lopez- Not picked. She had no heart left to feel sad. It had all been used on the rest of the day that seemed to be the worst day ever. Nobody bothered to sit near her anymore. As Polly ate her tuna baguette she reminded herself that whatever 'friends' she makes in the cafeteria will ditch her anyway. She learned that the hard way. At least she wasn't having Mrs Grim's broth being ladled into a bowl for her. It really did look like throwup. Rumour has it even Mrs Grim admitted that. Just then another crow swooped in and sat on the seat next to her. It must have been different but she could have sworn it was the same one, however this time it was silent. Polly fed a bit of her baguette to the crow. She didn't like it anyway now her appetite had gone. As time ticked away, the baguette vanished into the fat stomach of the crow just in time for the bell. Polly checked her rota. "Science, great" Polly said aloud.
As Polly arrived at her class she saw the teacher exit the room. There was something on the whiteboard. "Hello class! Today we will be disecting a crow together!" Polly felt her stomach turn upside down. Not only was it pretty crude, but it was yet another crow! The teacher, Mr Monotonous, walked in as he usually does in his over-enthusiastic manner. "Now I know this maybe a little... Crowtesque for some of you! Get my joke? Anyway, Polly will be doing our experiment today!" Polly's stomach twisted a second time as she stood up stiffly and walked to the front. She held the scalpel in one hand and scissors on the other. She started to read the instructions on the sheet as Mr Monotonous droned on about intestines. Polly felt bad about doing this to her friend. Of course it wasn't, but sometimes you just feel bad, right? Polly blanked out the teacher's constant noise and carried on parting feathers from skin, skin from flesh... then she struck something hard. She cut around it and gasped. "Why is there a razor knife in the crow?" Polly thought. Suddenly, her mind went blank as she mindlessly made her way over to mr Monotonous.
All Mrs Seafish, the head techer, heard was a blood-curdling scream from down the corridor. She ran in and hurdled over the practical work to see polly covered in deep Crimson blood stood over her teacher's limp, lifeless body.
