Mrs. Jibble's
Class
by Catherine
Trizzino
"Class
… seats … now," Mrs. Jibbles
barked, "or heads will roll."
The students
dutifully took their seats.
"Much
better, poodles. First, we have a new student.
Stand up please, Miss Rayin."
Summer got up
slowly - she hated being the center of attention.
"This
class, is our newest student, Summer Rayin. Say
hello class."
"Hello
class," the students chorused.
"Hi,"
Summer replied.
"Ok,
dumpling. You can sit."
"So,
class, today we will continue our anatomy lesson
from last week. Does anyone remember what we were
discussing?"
A round boy
with pumpkin colored hair that stood at attention
on his head, said. "We were talking about
why Junior passes gas."
The students
snickered.
"Wolfgang
… detention room … immediately, "
Mrs. Jibbles bellowed.
The boy padded
out of the room and Summer noticed the class grew
eerily still.
"No more
interruptions, right, my strudels?" Mrs..
Jibbles said, "We were discussing the
digestive system."
Heads bobbed.
"Please
take out your homework."
The students
reached in their desks and pulled out frogs in
all sizes and colors. Summer looked at Mrs.
Jibbles expecting rage, but a broad smile painted
the teacher's face.
The frogs
jumped around the room.
"Ah, yes,
very well done children." She turned to
Summer. "You can look on with Prudence, dear."
Summer looked
at the tiny tree frog still sitting on Prudence's
desk and was reminded of the poisonous frogs she
saw at the zoo over the summer. She sank further
into her chair.
"What
have we learned about the digestive system so far?"
Mrs. Jibbles asked.
A doll-like
girl with platinum braids that brushed the floor
raised her hand. "I know, I know."
"Go ahead,
dear."
"The
small intestine is over twenty feet long."
"Excellent,
I think you'll be the first to see my surprise,"
Mrs. Jibbles said.
The students
murmured with excitement as Mrs Jibbles raised
her shirt and exposed what should have been a
pink belly. In its place was clear glass
displaying her pulsing bowels.
The students
jumped from their seats and rushed to the front
of the room to see Mrs. Jibbles innards. Two of
the boys began to scuffle, fighting their way to
the front of the line. Fists and curses flew.
"Well
kiddies, you must be very excited. Wait your turn
dears, wait your turn." Mrs. Jibbles said.
Little noses
took turns pressing to the round glass window in
their teacher's stomach.
Summer tried
to make herself small.
When they had
all had their turn looking at Mrs. Jibble’s
digestive system they took their seats, giddy
from the thrill.
A sound from
the hallway got their attention.
The door swung
open and a gurney rolled in. "Ok, class.
Ready for our hands-on lesson of the digestive
system?" Mrs. Jibbles said with a grin.
All eyes
turned to the sheet covered body to see a shock
of orange hair poking out the top.
Summer tried
to make herself invisible.
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