Hello ladies and gentlemen. The story you are about to read is of course based off of the classic novel Lord of the Flies, but it is based of something more frightening then that as well, okay not really. This version of the Lord of the Flies is based in the present time, not WWII. The teacher that Mrs. Carrie is based off of is real. The way that I describe her, is real. Everyone's names are changed for their protection, and mine. There will be a lot of inside jokes that may not be entirely understood at first, but I will try to explain them to you to the best of my ability. This is not intended to be entirely serious, but more on the funny side. This idea actually came from a friend, who said he had a dream "like Lord of the Flies only with Mrs. --------……" and a couple more details concerning the plot. I asked his permission to take his dream, and turn it into a full blown story and post it here. I would also like to take this time to apologize ahead of time for any spelling/grammar errors. I am pretty good about editing my own work, but the occasional mistake will get past me.


Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Flies nor do I own any of my classmates. All names and places have been changed in order to protect the innocent. Now on to the story…


Meet Mrs. Carrie

Mrs. Carrie is a freshman language arts teacher in Topeka, Kansas. Like any normal teacher she teaches both advanced classes and "regular" classes, as she so lovingly refers to them as. Now in order to understand the tragic tale that lies before you-you need to understand Mrs. Carrie. She grew up in Canada, and has a vocabulary filled to the brim with words such as "oot" and "aboot" to prove it. Her classroom is plastered from roof to floor in Star Wars related items; everything from a variety of posters, to her Jar-Jar Binx backpack, to the talking Yoda doll, to her collection of Happy Meal toys that stared at you with judgmental eyes. Also, her room was a fire hazard. Yes, that's right, a fire hazard. The fire marshal has written her up numerous times for having too much paraphernalia plastering her walls, but she refuses to give up her beloved poster of Yoda reading a book. If a fire were to ever happen in her room, the inhabitants would be crispy critters for sure. Also, she loves vocabulary. Her vocabulary tests that her students dreaded seeing every Friday were specially designed for her by Satan himself. Just thinking of them makes you go into the corner of the room, and into fetal position with your thumb in your mouth. Another interesting little quirk about Mrs. Carrie is her hatred for certain words. No, not your average everyday words found in a sailor's vocabulary…no these word to her are worse then the "F"-word itself. These words include: stuff, thing (and all variations of it e.g. everything, something, etc.), said, good, bad, nice, and great. These words are called the "Dead Words", and are forbidden only to her beloved honors students. If the rare student dared to use these words, the consequences would be dire. One final thing about Mrs. Carrie—she loved dogs, more then even her own child suspected her students. This ladies and gentlemen is everything you will ever need to know about Mrs. Carrie, the freshman language arts teacher from hell.

A Field Trip

Mrs. Carrie stood in front of her third period freshman honors English class. "Alrighty!" she shouted at her top of her very large lungs, "Here's what's going on. We are going on a field trip to see a production of Romeo and Juliet in England!"

There was a mixture of emotions in the room. All but one of the girls cheered, while the one left-over groaned along with all the boys in the room…the one girl was me, yeah yeah I don't like Romeo and Juliet so sue me! I don't see why it's so great! I mean…boy likes girl, girl likes boy, they both die cry, cry, cry, the end! Nothing against Shakespeare, but give me anything but that dratted play….please. Anyway back to the story.

"But, Mrs. Carrie!" I said raising my hand in desperation.

"Yes, Marie."

"I thought we weren't allowed to go on field trips." This, being the sad truth. The superintendent thinks high schoolers are too old for field trips, period, end of story, let alone overseas trips to see a stupid play.

"Weeeeeeeeell, we're not. So, because of this little fact no one- not the superintendent-at least, is going to find oot aboot it, got it." She fixed her evil eyes upon mine, I gulped and muttered "Yes, ma'am." As I did, the evil glares of all the girls in the room that had been fixed on me for trying to burst their bubble turned back to Mrs. Carrie. Can't blame a girl for trying can ya?

"We will be bording the bus that will take us to the airport on the 25th of next month, be there, or you will be failing this class."

Well, there goes the fake flu idea. Dang it.


Hope you guys are enjoying so far, I know it is starting off slow, but it will get better I promise. I love reviews soooooo if you would be so kind as to leave me something nice and shiney, that would be nice. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but no flames please.