At her wit’s end, Miss Holland scrawled a diploma, handing it to her goblin “student.”
“Congratulations,” she said. “You graduated.”
Gob had appeared unannounced that morning, hairier than a dog, smelling like an ashtray — and unleashed chaos on her 4th grade class. He’d broken all the pencils, swung from the lamp and argued that the world was formed from sleep crumbs gathered at ogres’ eyes.
“All learned up in a day?” Gob grinned, skipping to the door. “Know what?”
She froze, hand on the sherry bottle hidden in her desk.
“Tomorrow, I’m gonna send all my friends!”
Miss Holland fainted.
Day 19 of 31: 100-word Drabbles
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