Ok, Chapter one is finally out. We apologise if it does not seem to make any sense. Thank you reviewer(s)!
Chapter 1: The new teacher
There was a new math teacher at Clemenceau High, and she was quite a sight. The teacher was short and dumpy, and had frizzy hair that stuck out at odd places that looked like a comb had not been near it in months. Its similarities to a mouse's nest was striking.
The teacher had small, cunning eyes and a wide mouth smeared with lipstick that exceeded far beyond the natural line of her lips. Her overall look was quite sinister. The formidable formation of formidable chins was also formidable: five stacked on top of each other, wobbling for all they were worth.
The teacher was plump, and wore tight blouses that tried, but failed to keep the fat properly strapped in. Her waist had many thick layers of 'spare tyres', and bulged dangerously out over her skirt. The flowery skirt was worse- it had patterns that made one think of your great grand aunt's brown-and-purple interior décor with matching polka-dotted bed sheets and curtains.
The skirt was short, showing off stubby legs and flabby thighs to an obscene extent. Her shoes were just as bad, for they were pointed, with wiry black fur and the head of a stuffed mouse. Her feet could be seen bulging out of the openings, and the miserable stockings looked like they were about to burst. It was a truly grotesque sight. From time to time, the teacher wore stilettos, but it did nothing to help her height.
The first time the triplets saw her, Franklin had just finished running and had stopped to drink some water from a bottle. The Trottevilles had rounded a corner when the teacher had stepped out of her quarters. Unfortunately for Frank, he had had his mouth full when he caught sight of his math teacher.
Frank's eyes widened in shock and water immediately spurted out of his mouth five feet into the air and onto his shirt. Frederick (he's not called Fatty at school, and can't be tubby and sausage all the time,) exploded at the same time. Francis, gathering all the dignity he could muster, dragged his two brothers away and out of sight by their collars.
"She looks like a constipated cheesecake!" Frank gasped, when he was finally able to talk.
"Yeah," agreed Fred heartily, "A real walking fishcake!"
Frans was silent. Although he did not look it, he was laughing inside. His fierce expression melted, as he leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially: "She reminds me of cheek-pinching aunties." Everyone burst into laughter again.
"This is the list of all unwanted teacher-like fashions. Bright floral patterns…" began Frank.
"Check!" Fred echoed, drawing an imaginary tick in the air.
"Perfume overdose…"
"Check!"
"Terrible colour of horribly painted nails…"
"Check!"
"Varicose legs…"
"Check!"
"Carrot hair…"
"Check!"
"Sandwich shoes…"
"Check!"
"Swiss cheese stockings…"
"CHECK!!!"
