I never created Wayside School characters.

Mr. Gorf bit into one apple as he sat by a kitchen table and waited for his mother to return from work. He recalled Mrs. Gorf's scowl
whenever she came home. Her complaints about walking up and down several stairs. Bragging about turning children into apples if they annoyed her by sneezing. Even when children cried for any reason. He was able to remember Mrs. Gorf walking into the kitchen and griping. When he always attempted to figure out the right thing to say to her. Pacify her.

Mr. Gorf took another bite before he turned to one clock. It was a few minutes after Mrs. Gorf usually came back.

Mr. Gorf forced himself to smile. There had to be a reason why she was late. He waited several more minutes before he finished eating the apple. Then two hours. Worry materialized in his eyes. Something had to happen.

Maybe his mother's students had something to do with her not returning to him? He had to find out.

Glaring, Mr. Gorf stood and walked to the front door.

THE END