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The Loss of our Beloved Teacher

It was a normal day and everyone was in the classroom, after a day of hard work, waiting for our instructor. Ed was late, which was unusual. Suddenly he came into the classroom, holding his old brown bag, but he looked destructed. He totally ignored us and consentrated on killing an imaginary insect. That´s how it goes. First, he hit some of his students with the newspaper, in his effort to kill the insect, leaving us a little confused. Later he forced a few kids to stand up, one of them was asked to do weird things! After that point we realised he got nuts. But it was too late, he was in total control of our mind, we couldn´t react. Next morning, we were asked to write down everything we could remember to help the doctors treat and cure our beloved teacher.