Violet S. Green and the Olympians

My Teacher Attempts Murder

———————————Two days after reaching NYC———————————
I could not wait. We were waiting outside of the theater, waiting for the doors to open. For some reason, Carson looked super nervous. "Hey, you good? You look a bit green," I asked. "No-no-no I'm fine," the words rushed out of Carson's mouth. "Okay, whatever you say bro." I really don't believe him, but I don't like pushing people. The doors finally opened and we all flooded in. I can't wait.
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Oh. My. God. That was the most fun I've had in a long time. The only problem was that Ms. Nicky had been glaring at me the entire time. She was actually still glaring at me. "Miss Green, would you come with me? I need to speak to you." Well that doesn't sound good. I gave a small nod to Carson as I walked away towards an empty room. "So, Miss Green, do you know why you're here?" she asked. She looks pretty menacing right now. "Uh, not really no. Why am I?" I said, very eloquently, clearly. "Well, I'm here to take you to hell. After all, you need to be detained," she said. "I really don't nee..." I tried to say as she threw me across the room while transforming into a demon bird lady. I did what any sane person would do.

I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Fortunately, I did chorus for a while back in middle school and I still love singing so I had that breath support. Well, I'm still in chorus. Did I mention I was a Soprano? However, what came out was what I thought a pterodactyl sounded like. Ms. Nicky got stunned for a few seconds and I heard Carson shout "CATCH!" to me. I reached up to the small dagger that was soaring through the air and stabbed her. She turned into what looked like cotton candy before the cotton. Then, just when I thought I was safe, I fainted.
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"Hello?" I said to no one in particular. I opened my eyes to find the clinic in the theater. What happened? I thought hard and then it came back. Ms. Nicky, the dagger, the dust. Oh my god, I just killed my substitute teacher. "Violet?" I heard someone say. It sounded like Ms. Maria. I looked to my right and saw her. What the freak?