The Balloon Teacher

It was the last period. The breezy school day was almost done. Mrs. Johnson and her English class relished Getting a restroom break and a bit of sun. They were gathered on the gazebo. Antonio and Ned were poking fun. Sometimes even a laugh can start a great big one! "Fight," Angelina screamed. Who came running? Everyone!! The fighters were swinging-going wild. Go for help Mrs. Johnson called - run. But before security could get there- Thank God nobody had a gun, There was a loud noise Like someone Was blowing up a giant cushion. Mrs. Johnson's face was swelling. She was moving upwards in a strange fashion. She looked like she weighed a ton- Or perhaps better said she looked like A humungous silver balloon headed toward the sun. She floated away and of course as they always say To this very day No one has seen her since. Period.