By Ava
My phone rang—really loudly—in the middle of class. Mr. Sheedy glared at me. Lasers were protruding from his eyes and staring down his long, pointed nose. His mouth took the shape of a child’s when they first tasted a lemon. The grey hairs on top of his head stood on end, as if he had suddenly experienced the magic of static energy. The beige complexion of his wrinkled skin became a deep shade of beetroot. He was a human bomb, set to detonate when given the signal.
My phone was that signal.
So much for asking for that extension.
Very well crafted. The descriptions of Mr. Sheedy put me in your chair, no way would I ask for an extension now.
Great descriptions and details. I’m with the narrator in this one.
I think I had that teacher in high school. Nicely drawn picture of the “human bomb.”
I enjoyed the phrasing of each description of Mr. Sheedy, and thought the whole scenario very funny.
Great description of Mr. Sheedy! I love the metaphors here.
Great descriptions.