Chapter 27 - The Witch
Mr Winter darted down the stairs of the English block to reach the bottom. When he got there, he saw the lifeless body of Skittle Aradito lying there on the ground. He knelt down beside her and looked at the young girl's tear-stained face. He began to cry, and a single teardrop landed on Skittle's eye."Oh, Skittle. It's all my fault. I should have never left this school. I knew it would hurt you." Mr Winter sobbed.
The craft knife was still stuck in Skittle's heart, and the girl was bleeding horribly.
Then a figure in the distance started to walk towards them. As the figure came closer, Mr Winter recognised it as being Miss Foggerty. When Miss Foggerty came over to Mr Winter, she was frowning until she saw Skittle's dead body.
"Darren Winter, you killed her, didn't you?" Miss Foggerty said, grinning.
"Of course not, Anne. And what are you smiling for? A student has died!" Mr Winter shouted at her.
He had always hated Anne Foggerty. There was something evil about her.
"I'm happy because it's Skittle Aradito who died, and that girl never payed attention in my lessons!" Miss Foggerty said.
"How can you be happy about the death of this girl, you sick woman?" Mr Winter asked furiously.
"Well, I think that if a child doesn't do well at school, they should be killed anyway." Miss Foggerty smirked.
"Witch!" Mr Winter yelled at her.
But Miss Foggerty just laughed.
"You're pure evil." Mr Winter said with fury in his eyes.
"I know." Miss Foggerty laughed.
Mr Winter didn't want to be around this evil woman, so he gently picked up Skittle's lifeless body and carried her inside.
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school with out friend and with bullies, and cauze it's not fiction so in real life
It's also a awesome story and hope you'll make more stories but with a bit more fiction.
5 stars though ^-^
But I don't think you've seen the wall post about what happened on the trip. It was absolutely horrible. The teacher brought 20 other people on the trip who hadn't done anything at all. On the way there in the coach, I was forced to sit in a spare seat in a cramped area next to the door, and everyone else got proper seats, even though I was the See More only reason they were on the trip. I kept having panic attacks on the coach because I got really claustrophobic. And when we got there, the whole thing was just listening to authors talk about their books for three hours. It was so boring, and at the end of it, the teacher didn't even let us meet any authors. When someone asked the teacher if we were going to meet them, the teacher told them not to be stupid, even though it specifically said on the letter we were given that we got to meet all of the authors. And we got back to school just after lunch, when the teacher had said that the trip lasted all day.
I was so angry. . . :/