Backyard Horror Book Two: Backyard Horror, #2

By Elaine Brown

In Book Two, Sissy shares a memory about being in the fourth-grade and having to deal with a teacher, who is under the trance of a demon. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Joseph Warren Brown
• Release date: Dec 30, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215376461

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Cold as a Fish!

My fourth-grade teacher , Mrs. Miles, was as ‘cold as a fish’.  She was worse than Mrs. Brown, my third-grade teacher, which I never thought was possible.  Now, I have to say that Mrs. Brown did tutor me afterschool in mathematics, but only if I helped wash her chalkboards and help straighten up her classroom.  So, I believed it was an even deal for both of us.  At least, once-in-awhile, Mrs. Brown did crack a smile to show she was human, but not Mrs. Miles. 

My fourth-grade teacher gave homework every night and

when we didn’t turn it in, she’d mark an F in the

gradebook.  She counted homework as a class grade. 

Now, I did my homework, because I sure wanted to pass

the fourth-grade, and since I wasn’t the smartest student, or even close to being one, I didn’t need any failing grades.

Being in Mrs. Miles classroom, just like with Mrs. Brown, there was never any talking, which made it difficult in making friends.  As strange as it may seem, I didn’t know any of the students in my classroom.  Some of my former classmates had moved over the summer, while others were in a different room. The only time I could talk to another classmate was outside during recess or in the cafeteria.  It was odd that no one wanted to talk to anyone else.  I remember we’d sit at our assigned seats in the cafeteria, and everyone merely ate their food, and when we had recess, we didn’t play any games, like jump rope, hopscotch or shoot some hoops on the basketball court.

Mrs. Miles did point to a green box containing play equipment, but no one seem to bother.  All of us just sort of walked around like zombies- or climb up the monkey bars and sit at the top, not saying a word.

Now, you can imagine my surprise when one day I was standing in the cafeteria, freezing with my teeth chattering, when I heard someone speak.  I had left my coat in the classroom and sure needed it, as we walked to the cafeteria.  The hallways inside the school weren’t closed off.  It had a number of open spaces, since the architect for this school believed in getting some fresh air from the outside.