Christmas, Year 2348
A tall, bony woman stepped out of an old fashioned girls boarding
school in London talking on her cell phone. It was mid December
and the snow was already about a foot high. The woman had
flame-red hair that sprouted in different directions and a pair
of thick black glasses. She wore a tattered science coat, which
was once white and clean but now grey and dirty. Her name was
Jenkins and she was a lunatic. A real, nutty berserk teacher who
was "bonkers" according to the students, and "mentally strange"
according to the teachers.
"Tonight at nine," she said, "I'll meet you by the girls
bathrooms, yes, yes, second floor. That's right. And don't forget
the usual - caramel latte with chocolate swirls. Oh, and my
electric toilet plunger. Fully charged, please. All right then,
yes, see you. Bye." She hung up and her wild ice blue eyes
gleamed and the wicked grin of hers cackled loudly.
At nine o clock, two evil looking minions arrived to the school.
Apart from the different coloured jumpers they wore, maroon and
navy, they looked exactly alike, which wasn't surprising as they
were known as the "Evans twins". Outside in the garden stood
Jenkins. "You took your time!" She snapped as she took her
coffee. It was a caramel latte, but with no chocolate swirl.
"Idiot!" She cried, "How many times have I told you - what do I
want on my Starbucks coffees?" One of the evil minions, the one
with the maroon jumper, stammered, "Uh-h-h…M-m-marshmallows?".
"No!" Jenkins roared, "It's my chocolate swirl! Stupid creature."
And she threw the coffee on the ground.
That night, in the dorms, a little girl called Penelope Hills
woke up with a start. It was ten past nine and a cold wind swept
through the window. She frowned and wondered why she woke up -
and then remembered that she had left her cardigan back in the
changing rooms in the girls toilet. Without any hesitation, she
slipped her feet into her purple slippers and tiptoed out of the
dorm. Little did she know what was awaiting her.
As Hills opened the creaky door, Jenkins came out a nearby toilet
stall. "Why, h-h-hello there, Ms J-j-jenkins," Hills stammered.
She had no idea what her biology teacher was doing in the toilets
at this hour, but she remembered that Jenkins was a lunatic and
she could be doing any crazy thing. She saw her cardigan on the
bench and made a dash for it, but Jenkins held her firmly. "Oh no
you don't!" She said, "Sit down and let's talk!" Hills thought
this was the silliest idea in the world, but she didn't say no to
the teacher. "You! In the navy coloured jumper, come here and
start tying her legs. You! Uh, maroon jumper, come and tie her
arms." The two idiotic twins came and started to do as they were
told which Jenkins used what looked like an ordinary red toilet
plunger until she zapped the entry door. With a poof, it
disappeared. Hills started to scream but Jenkins pointed the
toilet plunger at her so she shut up right away.
The clock now read quarter to ten. Outside, heavy rain poured and
lightning struck. Inside, Hills was shaking with fear and
screaming in agony. The lightning plunger had zapped nearly
everything in the toilets - mirrors were cracked, the light
stopped, even the toilet was zapped into tiny pieces. Now what
the insane teacher was trying to do was to figure out the best
way to chop her arm off. She had made cuts here and there and was
concentrating hard. Hills tried to fight her way out and
eventually succeeded, but then one of the Evans grabbed her (who
knew he was a good weightlifter?) and threw her to the stalls.
Her head cracked against the toilet bowl and blood splattered
gruesomely everywhere. Her arm was bleeding and her leg was bent
in a weird angle. "Aw man, that's my best polo shirt!" Evans
cried as specks of blood landed on his shirt. The other Evans
twin (who was obviously not afraid of getting covered in blood)
went over to Hills and chopped her arms off. Then he dug out all
of her bones, and cracked them. He chortled with laughter. "Don't
you just love that cracking, popping sound it makes?" He asked.
Now the demented teacher had decided to cover the entire toilet
with toilet paper and the evil minions were helping (or rather,
making a mess). Jenkins took a lighter out of her pocket, wanting
to light her cigarette. But then navy jumper Evans started doing
the moonwalk and bumped right into her. The lighter fell on the
floor and suddenly the whole room was ablaze. Flames were
everywhere. "You moron! You've caused a blooming fire!" Jenkins
roared. The only escape was a tiny little window, which Hills
could not reach as she was bound together by ropes. Everyone was
running this way and that, trying to get to the escape. The riot
caused sheer pandemonium. The two minions fled the city, and old
Jenkins was sent to a lunatic asylum.
And as for Hills, well, the next day she was gone. Police went to
investigate the toilets, but strangely, they couldn't find the
door in. The principal walked down the garden thinking to
himself, "Surely she has got to be somewhere, but she isn't. It's
almost like she disappeared from thin air…" He walked in the
directions of the exit. Suddenly there was a crunch kind of
noise. "What the heck?" The principal lifted his foot. He had
stepped on something. It was a Starbucks coffee, a caramel latte.
Her body was never recovered. Some say Hills was taken by aliens
on Pluto for scientific reasons away in a UFO. Some say it was
chopped into a million pieces by a blind chef and made into
sushi. Some even say she was running around like a drunk chicken
on steroids and jumped off the top of a cliff into the
Mississippi river. But now you know the real truth behind the
murder of Penelope Hills.