Journal

Death Glares

I walk into class and what do I see, its Ms. Lecroy and she is glaring at me. This is not a surprise, it happens quit often, it seems she will glare me into my coffin. I try to ease the glare by asking "What will we do today?" But without a doubt, not one answer comes my way. As I turn away, just to save my soul, I feel that Ms. Lecroy has achieved her goal.