The English teacher's eyes regained some life, but the absent look remained for a moment until those blue eyes became duller. In Elizabeth's mind, there was a room that looked like her class room minus the desks. There was only her and this pink mist coming out of the vents. The mist became thicker and slowly condensed into a forming woman. The woman was pink just like the fog she was formed from, and barely dressed. She opened her mouth but Elizabeth couldn't make out the words the woman was saying. What she did notice was the woman a look of half disinterest and devious intent. She grabbed Elizabeth, and forced her head into her massive chest. Elizabeth struggled to get free, but smelled something relaxing, and utterly mind numbing. It felt wonderful to take more of the smell in. Elizabeth saw the classroom slowly fading away, but why was she in here? School was boring, and none of the teachers were fun. Then she remembered she was a mean, boring teacher and didn't want to be a teacher anymore. The more of smell she took in, the more fun she felt.
"Miss Acord?" Leroy said to the woman waving his hand in front of her face. It looked like she was in a trance, but he had an idea. He moved his hand towards her chest when she blinked and shook her head. "Halfway expected to lost this hand," he mumbled. "You alright, teach?"
"Leroy, like, what just happened?" She says in a high pitch voice that took Leroy by surprise.
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