My Teacher Ate My Brain
Miss Edwards had always been good looking - the type of teacher fancied by older students and male staff alike. Her long, blonde hair always had that ''just been washed'' look to it, and she smelled like a spring day - all honey and strawberries. Miss Edwards didn''t smell of strawberries any more. She smelled of rotten meat. Of terror. Of death.
This title is published by Franklin Watts EDGE, ...
Miss Edwards had always been good looking - the type of teacher fancied by older students and male staff alike. Her long, blonde hair always had that ''just been washed'' look to it, and she smelled like a spring day - all honey and strawberries. Miss Edwards didn''t smell of strawberries any more. She smelled of rotten meat. Of terror. Of death.
This title is published by Franklin Watts EDGE, ...
