Big Billy Bob
Chapter 1
The Entrance
The dead silence class was looking contently at their teacher who was explaining an upcoming test. It was about advanced algebra and calculus. The teacher then handed out the pieces of paper and started blabbering on about stuff we’ve heard more times than breaths of air we’ve taken this year. “Make sure to check your work, show your working out……”. I made sure l didn’t hear the rest of what she was saying. “Now kids, you can start the test and make sure to hand it in immediately after”, my teacher said. I put my hand up. “What?” she moaned.
“I’ve finished the test, Ms Ingram. I can do another one if you would like me to?” I replied. Ms Ingram looked at me with annoyance scribbled all over her face. She sighed.
“No, no. I don’t even have another piece of paper. Just read ahead in the textbook.” She waved her hand around like she was trying to shoo away a pesky fly.
“Yesssss!” l whispered to myself. I grabbed my book and started reading chapter 33. Mind you, l am nine years old and l am in high school.
My teacher rolled her eyes and resumed her speech. “Right, l want you to finish this test in 45 minutes. There will be no extra time given. Now start.” Ms Ingram sat back down on her chair and started watching her phone. This was my chance.
“You can come in now,” l whispered into my watch. “ And make sure your very entrance is loud and surprising.” Then l waited. After about two minutes, l heard a creaking of foot steps outside the classroom. My heartbeat was loud, and there were butterflies in my stomach. BANG! The door had burst open and Ms Ingram had jumped out of her chair in fright and was screaming her head of like a little child. My classmates had snapped their heads around to watch the stranger with wide, shocked eyes. The magician flew into the room with a rocket booster on his back, a cat snoozing soundly on his head, a vacuum cleaner in his left hand (which was currently turned on) and his dinner that he was eating on his feet. No one had expected this to happen. Especially when he had forgot to stop the rocket booster and had crashed into the opposite wall clumsily. “Oh, that hurt,” he mumbled. I smacked my forehead and smiled with amusement. The magician then got up and started getting rid of our class teacher, Ms Ingram, which was by pulling out of the classroom and making her disappear with a single click. Click! And she was gone. “Now, my dear kids. I shall try to teach you some magic, in which you will get quite easily if you listen properly,” he said in a fancy voice. “First up is the pen trick. It will make it seem like you have just stuck a pen through your hand. Here is how to do it….”. After about an hour or so Big Billy Bob had no one understanding anything he said. Or at least no one wanted to. Bob got angry at them frequently, yelling or shouting at them for asking silly questions about mathematics and not paying attention on learning his tricks (which is held in a mathematics classroom).
No one was happy at this new teacher they had.

Chapter 2
Chaos
“ARRGH!” Bob stomped around the classroom. He started flipping over tables and kicking at the chairs. He even proceeded to rummage through Ms Ingram’s notes and threw paper all over the floor. The classroom was a mess. The students and the teacher were also a mess. “WHERE IS MY PHONE!” he screeched. Bob tramped around the classroom. On books, clothes (jackets, jumpers…) and even stationary. I shook my head in disappointment. He was forgetting the whole damn plan! It seemed to me that his actions had an effect on the students as well as himself. Chloe, a quiet and tall girl, who is usually the most well-behaved classmate l have known, was fuming at this unacceptable teacher. And Sophie! She is the sweetest girl ever and never talks unless forced to. (Sophie is also very angry at this strange new teacher). Last of all, there was me. Small, neat, quiet, genius, cheeky and well, serious. Sometimes. This was a horrible day.

At the end of the day, the classroom looked like it had been through a storm. Everything was well and truly, wrecked. All the tables and chairs upturned. Paper and pencils littered the floor like the petals on a flower, and books were thrown at the windows (one was cracked) along with ripped up pieces of posters that once existed, which were now gone. UGH! I think everyone hates school now. And l am definitely sure that NO ONE would want to meet this teacher ever again.
TO BE CONTINUED…