Medusa: (has a odd hissy tone to her voice) Hello dearies, my name is ms.Medusa and i am your hiss-tory teacher.
Witch 1: (puts hand up) miss, why is your hair in a turban?
Medusa: No deary, i am not sub-urban.
Witch 2: Um...What's with the sun-glasses, it's like, raining tons.
Medusa: I do not like hot-cross buns.
Angel: O.O (raises hand) Ms.Medusa, um--- what are we doing in class today?
Medusa: That's true, i am not very well paid. Well, moving on, today in class we are doing family trees. (passes sheet to everyone) Everyone write a paragraph on each of their biological parents please. It would be nice if we could read them all to the class. (smiles sweetly)
witch 2: (whispers to october) she's very sweet, isn't she? Even if she is in dire need of a hearing aid (looks at angel) Why haven't you started writing yet?
Angel: (Says nothing and fiddles with her pen)
Witch 1: (puts hand up) miss, why is your hair in a turban?
Medusa: No deary, i am not sub-urban.
Witch 2: Um...What's with the sun-glasses, it's like, raining tons.
Medusa: I do not like hot-cross buns.
Angel: O.O (raises hand) Ms.Medusa, um--- what are we doing in class today?
Medusa: That's true, i am not very well paid. Well, moving on, today in class we are doing family trees. (passes sheet to everyone) Everyone write a paragraph on each of their biological parents please. It would be nice if we could read them all to the class. (smiles sweetly)
witch 2: (whispers to october) she's very sweet, isn't she? Even if she is in dire need of a hearing aid (looks at angel) Why haven't you started writing yet?
Angel: (Says nothing and fiddles with her pen)