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  Posted: April 25, 2020      Views: 64
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Chapter 1 of the book Fantasy Eye
Alexia discover's get teacher has serpent fangs.
"My teacher has serpent fangs." by Anne-Marie brison

My substitute history teacher has serpent fangs (how did I not notice?)

Hi. My name is Alexia Keene and I hate history. Not just because it's my worst subject in school and the highest grade I ever got on it was a D minus, but because it all ready happened so what's the point of learning about it? Anyway, what happened that day only served to make me hate ten times more.

It started off as any perfectly normal, teeth grindingly boring day at Redsands High school. The day started off good enough, I got an A + in geometry, a eighty nine in algebra, and totally passed science class with flying colors. ( Oh, and by the way, science class is my favorite, I always get good grades when it comes to that.) But of course, every thing went rapidly down hill as soon as history class began.

Following the bustle of school girls into the eye achingly white square room, I ran my hand over the smooth Walnut hued wood of my desk. That was just about the only thing that made history class worth all the torture.

I love wood. All the other desks in high school were either cold steel or cheap plastic. I can't explain it, every thing else seems so cold and dead. Wood is warm and full of life. Sitting down, I placed my fingertips on the chipped varnished wood.

Through my fingers, I could feel life pulsing though the board of wood, a soft sweet little life full of joy and happiness, life carefree and history class free. Yeah, I know it sounds strange, but I can actually scince life in wood and plants, shrubs and flowers and any other living thing Of nature, even water,
Every ripple and current thrummed and pulsed with life. A smile played at the corners of my mouth as the joyful life spread warmth and light throughout my hands. Then, all of the sudden, the life swimming just below the surface of the wood abruptly ended, leaving an icy since of death behind. I jerked my hand back, my fingers felt as if someone had pressed icy needles into the tips. What happened? A cold sense of dread washed over me. I felt as if some cruel force had taken a vital part of my life and molded it into something else, them shoved back into me. A crinkly shiver ran up and down my spine as I opened my now lifeless desk and took out my history notebook. I closed my desk and happened to glance up at the tall thin man with gray hair slicked back across his scalp, and brown waist coat over an untucked white dress shirt. Our substitute teacher, I thought. But something wasn't quite right with this new teacher. For one thing, his eyes were unnaturally green, and his spine seemed way to straight for am elderly man. Suddenly, he looked right at me and smiled. I gasped, last night's dinner churned around in my stomach, glistening white snake like fangs sprouted between his thin lips. His eyes glowed serpentine green. "Ssssso," he hissed. " You're the ssspecial mortal girl," " you're quite famoussss in my world."

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