lollipopcousin
I saw the smoke from the incense. It drifted skyward in spirals that reminded me of flying eagles.
"Well, to be exact I didn't really...well...umm-" I stammered. "You didn't what, honey," said my teacher silkily, her voice dangerously smooth. "This doesn't have anything to do with your homework now does it? Hmmm?" I tried to calm myself. Unfortunately, it DID have something to do with my homework. "Well...I didn't...well...umm...finish...kinda...my homework," I mumbled.
She sighed and turned away from the depressing scene. She had turned the last water marked and crinkly page in the book, frail with age, and the wonderful story had ended. Exactly as she had dreaded...but wait! Was that a sequel she spotted?