Heels tapping against the marble floor of the school, she headed to her English class, smiling wih victory and satisfied of her actions. The past two weeks was hectic for her and the boys troubled her a lot, but thankfully that was taken cre of.

Greeted and sympathised by everyone at school and by the boys' parents, she could not help but feel immense happiness and power with the greetings.

It was weird for her how at school word spreads fast. Especially, the word about the death of the two boys, the mental health of the other boy and the disappearance of the last boy. In her era, if only word spreaded fast like in these recent years. But to her satisfaction, she was overwhelmed with joy with the true rumors being spread around the school.

Nobody had dared messed with her and the boys had invited trouble. She was tired with he combat, and was glad that her will was restored.

Placing her books on the desk, she started the class:

"Good morning class, I am Ms. Burns for those who have forgotten, and I shall be your English teacher for the rest of the semester. I hope you shall enjoy my class and benefit from my sea of knowledge. Now shall we start." She announced, smiling at the students.

Turning her back to write on the board, she suddenly felt a cold, wet and sticky thing on her neck. Touching and removing it, she was angered to find a spitball which one of the students had thrown.

Still facing the board, the witch bubbled with anger and the disrespect, and rhen smiled at the fate of the one who threw the spitball.

Facing the class, she spotted the girl who threw the spitball, who was preparing another one.

"YOU! DETENTION FOR THREE DAYS! I would like to have a word with you after class young lady!"  the witch bellowed, pointing at the girl, making her tremble in her seat, merely pronouncing a word.

Continuing her class, the evil sorceress continued on smirking, ready for the new challenge. She was glad it was a girl, she was fed up of boys.

And also, Kyle would have company very soon.....