Miss Summers sighs. “Well, I only eat kids who are spoiled, and don’t care about grades. You can go, but if you tell anyone, you will be nothing but stomach acid, you hear me?!”
“Y-yes, I promise.” the girl stammers, happy to survive a one way trip to the toilet bowl. “Since I am not your snack, maybe I can help you find a substitute! I have this little older brother who is FAILING math, and needs me to tutor him. Maybe you could help me get rid of him?”
Miss Summers thinks about this. She was just about to go eat the soccer coach, but maybe a smaller meal would digest easier.
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