The Generations

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Angie's View

I was late. Yes, I know, because I went in a pumpkin car.

"Goodman, late," our boss proclaimed.

"So, why would I bother? I was in a truck," I told him.

Suddenly, all the children started questioning me.

"Was there traffic?"

Was it a lemon truck?"

"Do you feel scruffy still?"

"Are you excited for the music video?"

"Can you spell shattered?"

I wanted it to stop, so I went to our teacher, Mr. Brook.

"Okay, kids, don't let Angie be interfered," he told us.

"Now, since all of you are here, we're going to have lots of fun.." he started.

The cheers from the children were viral. It was magnificent.

"Training from our live in six weeks!"

Now came the funniest bit the class has seen.

Matt and Josh, two boys, were trying to bring the class attention by making them laugh.

Josh had a hook with a skirt that was purple.

It wouldn't match.

But Matt's shirt was blue, so what was there left to do?

The hook couldn't hold it for long.

Then the dress fell..

on Matt.

"Evaporation from the sky, we'll trash him down," I began.

The class giggled and helped the two boys come down.

"Class! When did I allow you to play hideous games when I'm talking?" Mr. Brook questioned us.

"I don't know, sir. I bet a rat came out here or so," Lizzy explained.

I looked at Lizzy and smiled.

"Lizzy! You just made a excuse!" I told her.

"Angie," he began.

"Yeah?" I answered, trying not to feel embarrassed.

"Let's play a game."

"Okay then, so what's the plot?"

"Is it true.." Mr. Brook exclaimed.

"What's true?" I questioned him.

"That I abuse kids and kill them?"

I looked at him with my crystal brown eyes. They looked a lot like crystals when I stare at people while reading their minds and looking at their thoughts.

"You like to kill kids like us," I exclaimed.

The whole class gasped and stared at me.

"But, Angie! That's not suitable!" Mary - Anne shouted.

"Out! Don't you dare come back in," Mr. Brook told me.

"Fine. I can see you in the curtains," I began.

"But really, you're a slut," I answered.

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