Steven+-+Handwriting

**Mrs. Stein** **The school bell rings, we go inside, Our teacher isn't there. "Maybe she's sick!" her pet cries out. Yeah right. As if I'd care.** **I have a D in Language Arts, My grade in Math's the same. And now my teacher might be sick. Could be I'm part to blame.** **She doesn't like me, that's a fact, I wouldn't tell a lie. She says stuff like: "You're very smart, But you don't even try."** **I start to laugh--my teacher's sick! And, boy, I'm feeling fine. . . When someone kicks the door right in, And there stands Frankenstein.** **She's six-foot-eight, her dress is black, She's wearing combat boots. I start to gasp, she growls and says, "I'll be your substitute."** **The teacher's pet is whimpering; She doesn't stand a chance. The smart kid stares and points and faints. The bully wets his pants.** **"My name is Mrs. Stein," she says, and every student cringes. She leans the door against the wall, She's knocked it off its hinges.** **"Now let's begin. You there! Stand up!" She looks me in the eye. I try to move, my legs won't work. I know I'm going to die!** **In one big step she's next to me, And she does more than hover. She blocks the sun, it's dark as night, My classmates run for cover.** **"Now get up to the board," she says. "I'd like to see some action. Pick up the chalk, explain to us Division of a fraction."** **I leap away to save my life, This time I** //**really**// **try. I think and think and think and croak, "Invert and multiply."** **"Correct!" she says. I breathe again And head back for my chair. "You, FREEZE!" she shouts, and I stop cold. "And don't go anywhere."** **This all begins at nine o'clock, I fight to stay alive. It seems to last a million years-- The clock says nine-o-five.** **That's just three hundred seconds, And then my turn is through She points at every one of us-- "Now, you. Now, you. Now, you."** **We all get nailed this awful day, There's nowhere we can hide. The lunch bell rings, we cannot eat, We simply crawl outside.** **We can't believe the other kids Who run and play their games. Not us, who have big Mrs. Stein-- Our world is not the same.** **The bell has tolled, I must go in, My time on earth is through. I'll leave this on the playground-- Here's what you have to do.**