The Bobble Head Doll Story

Her day was hell. Tired, Carolina walked home, thankful that she didn’t have to endure one more second of Mrs. Rock’s English class. Lately, Carolina hated English. Mrs. Rock was tired from grading papers, so she was in a bad mood. Today she was particularly annoyed. She had given a pop quiz and Carolina knew before she took it that she would fail. It wasn’t enough that English was her hardest class but now, she had an F looming over her. Deciding to ignore the quiz, she went about her as usual, hoping that a good night sleep would get her mind off things.
The next morning, Carolina opened her eyes groggily to find herself not in her room. She went to move her legs but they were stuck together then her arms but they were buckled in muscular position. Carolina began to panic. The room looked strangely familiar and yet she couldn’t put her finger on where she was. Confused, she looked around the room her head bouncing as it turned. “it couldn’t be” she thought “this looks exactly like. . . My English room.” The clown hung, watching from its former guard tower and the posters of Shakespeare were illuminated by the same florescent light. “Yes, it was the headquarters of Mrs. Rock.”
Suddenly, she heard the doorknob creak and Carolina stiffened. Mrs. Rock slowly entered the room, acknowledging each item as a mother to her children. “First period!” thought Carolina, “11th grade!” Carolina went to wiped the sweat from her head but was quickly reminded that she was locked, frozen, in a plastic position.
The Class gradually filed in, each wondering if Mrs. Rock would be in a cheerier mood opposed to the previous class. Carolina questioned why they didn’t see her. “I’m sitting on her desk.” she thought, “how can they NOT see me?”
“Alright guys, we’re discussing Metamorphosis. Girls versus boys.” announced Mrs. Rock.
The room quickly bustled with whispers and sexual sighs. Then, Mrs. Rock started towards Carolina, getting larger at every step. “Oh no” worried Carolina, “What’s she gonna do?” And at that moment, Mrs. Rock raised her hand and bounced it several times on Carolina’s head. Soon her head began to nod up and down; and at that moment she knew, she was Mrs. Rock’s “The Rock” bobble head doll.

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so I wrote this story for English. Mrs. Rock gave me a B+ with the comment "You are indeed an odd one"