The Evil Teacher

Every year, each student in my class writes a story that we publish. I tell them to use their imagination to make it something really great. After brainstorming, my students brought up their story maps with their idea. There were stories about animals, sports, candy, aliens, and then one of my students came up to my desk with a huge grin on his face. I looked down at his story map titled: The Evil Teacher. I looked up at him, he looked down at the floor as his grin turned into a chuckle. Then I looked down at the list of characters and sure enough my name was first with a great description. I cleared my throat, and he responded, "We are suppose to use our imagination right?" I smiled and gave him back his story with the promise that I would get first edits each day, in which he always handed me the story with the words, "Remember you said imagination right?" Now I must admit, I've never wanted to be a villain, but a ruby crown and long nails that allow you to open up a nail salon are tempting and seeing a student enjoy writing is priceless.
Here are a few of my favorite descriptions of me from his story:
"Dave!!" Miss R thundered.
"Put down your stupid book and pay attention!"
"Yes teacher, I mean Miss R, I mean madam!" Dave stumbled.
"Alright then, get working on your assignment." Miss R said with an unholy tone. Miss R staggered over to her desk and sat down. "Stupid little kids. I'd eat them all alive, if I were allowed too." Miss R mumbled. Then Miss R had an evil, but brilliant plan. What if I make the most loved actors in the world, evil! Then everyone will love me! Miss R thought to herself as she rubbed her hands together evilly, with a crooked smile.. . . . . .

Suddenly, Miss R appeared out of nowhere. She was wearing long purple robes that touched the ground. She wore a bronze crown covered in rubies. She began cackling. But what caught Dave's eye most about her, is she had nails like Freddie Kruger. Her nails were so sharp and long she could open her own nail salon business. She had a devilish look on her face.
"Hello victims." Miss R said.

I'm sure you're dying to know how it ended, however, as an evil teacher I can't tell you. I can only cackle and scrape my enormous nails together.