by Brody Pedder

My Headteacher is a Zombie

A StorybirdMy Headteacher is a Zombie

Byby Brody Pedder

Illustrated byPaul McDougall

Published onOctober 9, 2015

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It was another day atwestrop school, when Isaw my friends Ben andHarrison. They werewalking into school andthey were laughingbecause Ben toldHarrison a joke. I joinedthem as we went to class.

As we went to class we did our lessons such as maths, literacy and personalisedlearning time. Then it was lunch time, as me Harrison and Ben were lining up to getour school dinners. I notest that there was no chips and we all have chips on Friday!

So we waited until our turn and we askedMiss Grey she said very grumpily, “wearen’t aloud chips” and Miss Grey lovesFriday! Because she usually eats a couple ofchips when she is hungry. When we satdown I suddenly realised we had a newHeadteacher and she was Mrs Urban.

When I walked out side the Headteachers office I saw a brain in a jar. Whew I walkedback from taking the register back. I saw blood all over her face. So me Harrison andBen thought that she was a Zombie.

So the next day, I went to the Headteachersoffice and gave her a cup cake with potatoesin the middle! Because me, Harrison andBen went to my house and we did someresearch. That Zombies hate potatoes.Suddenly, I gave her the cup cake andwhen I looked back it was gone…

At lunch time, me, Ben and Harrison were playing pirates as we always do at lunchtime. Suddenly, out the corner of my eye I saw a siren. It was heading for our school…

Me, Harrison and Benstarted to panic becausewe knew that we were introuble. Because MrsUrban was runningtowards us and quicklycalmed us down and wetold her what we did.Then she told us that shewasn’t a Zombie but shewas just allergic to…

POTATOES!

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