As the door closed with a bang behind Miss Olivelli,an icy wind whistled through the room. I knew immediately that Thomas Kempe was present.
There was a loud crash behind me. Miss Olivellis favourite mug threw itself to the floor and smashed. The projector swung back and fourth and the scissors hurled themselves like darts at me. I dashed for cover under the desk. Suddenly, it toppled over.
"Please!" I screamed,"Please stop!"
But the ghost didn't stop.
The lights began to go on and off chaotically. The fairy liquid bottle from the sink floated by me and squirted soap in my face.
I could hear Miss Olivelli's footsteps drawing near...Shoot.
Before I could regain my senses, a dictionary flew across the room, sending me crashing into the bookshelf. The class' tessalations fell onto the floor and the bins flipped over, spilling rubbish everywhere. Well that did it.
"Okay already!" I yelled,"Alright! I'll do it! Just please stop now!
As if by magic, the room subsided. The door opened and Miss Olivelli entered. I stood amid the wreckage of the room and waited for the volcano to errupt...
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