The Egg

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This story takes place in school, year 7.

I had a science teacher called......... let's just call him the egg. He has no neck, very little hair, beady little eyes, and is very short. But the thing we (meaning my friend group, Abbi, Alexis, Hannah S, Hannah N, and Kylie)
Hate the most about him, is that he is a creep.

LET ME EXPLAIN!!!!

He is always making suggestive jokes.
FOR EXAMPLE: "easy peasy lemon squeazy. But you can't squeeze me you have to wait in line for that"
Actual words from his ugly face.
I can't forget: I playfully smacked my friend Matthew on the arm, and the egg said "hey don't touch people. Touching people is my job! I mean- never mind."
Yeah. He's a weirdo.

That's all I have for now.
BYEEEEEEE!!!

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