My Ranking Points
Ugh… I’m so bad at this 🙁
Well, here goes:
I woke up on a dark and gloomy place, head throbbing. “Where is this?” I wondered aloud. “And what is grabbing on my dress—ow! What was that?”
A eagle with red pupils and a battered, bald head glared down at me. I glared back, suspended limply in the air. “PUT. ME. DOWN!” I shrieked.
I screamed as I fell…fell…
Down into an ****, wrinkly hag’s arms. “Who…who are you?” I trembled. The hag coughed, slightly irritated, as I awkwardly slipped out of her hands and landed onto the ground. “That was quite a dramatic entrance, missy!” She cackled as I shrunk away from her.
“I’m Dolores Haggler. Also the Dean, so you may as well call me Dean Haggler or Professor Haggler.” She said in a raspy, throaty voice.
“Dolores—um, I mean, Dean Haggler, where is this?”
“The School of Vile!”
“WHA—WHAT? BUT LOOK AT ME! I’M SO…FAIR! I’M BEAUTIFUL! EVERYONE SAYS SO! WHY OH WHY AM I IN VILE? WAAAAAAA—!”I howled and kicked and shrieked.
“You are vile. Look at you now.” Dean Haggler said, an amused and sinister smile forming at her lips.
“Here’s your stuff, and BE QUIET!”
Dean Haggler dumped a pile of heavy books on my lap as I staggered under their weight. I stared at the schedule on top. “Jasmine of Woods Beyond. Foul, Room 33?” I gawked.
“Schedule: Un-manners, rude speech, blah blah blah, lunch… WHY DO I HAVE TO DO THIS? I WANNA GO HOMEEEEE!!!!”