12 Sharing What You’re Wearing

CHAPTER 12 SHARING WHAT YOU'RE WEARING Penny sails up on a broom to the front of the class. "I'm a witch, and you're all going to be frogs," she says, wiggling her fingers. "Which witch are you?" shouts Derek. "I'm the sand-witch in the kitchen," proclaims Penny as she floats back to her seat.

Derek's next. He unwinds all the way up to the front. "I'm a mummy, and I'm two thousand years old." "You don't look a day over one thousand," yells Eric. "Watch what you're saying, Eric," says Mrs. Green. Eric puts his dangling eyeball into his mouth. I'M A COOL GHOUL.

"I live in a state of deNile," smiles Derek. "Time to wrap it up," says Mrs. Green. "Okay. Knock, knock," says Derek. "Who's there?" asks everyone. "Mummified," smiles Derek. "Mummified who?" we ask. "My mummified me a yummy hamburger for lunch today," laughs Derek.

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Eric's next. "How about a hand-burger," says Eric, pulling off his fake hand. I hope he doesn't give me a hand with anything. He opens up his shirt and all his intestines fall out. YUCK! At least it's not lunchtime yet. YECK! YOU'RE DISGUSTING! GROSS!

"You've certainly got a lot of guts," smiles Mrs. Green. I love when teachers make jokes. Soon Doris spins down the aisle, twirls, and bows. CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP