Eight kids entered detention, laughing and telling jokes. The angry teacher pointed to the "Quiet" sign and ordered the children to sit down and shut up.
Of course, no one followed the second direction. They just carried on as if they were at some party. One kid took a portable radio out of her book bag and began to blast it. Everyone else started laughing, singing and dancing.
"If you don't sit down and shut up, you know what's going to happen, don't you?" the teacher said calmly.
Everything went silent.
"No. What?" a boy shouted sarcastically.
"You'll be visited by the Evil Buck-tooth Beaver," the teacher answered happily.
"I think we are a little old for fairy tales," announced one boy.
The teacher smiled and responded, "You'll see."
All of a sudden, the room went pitch dark.
"Very funny," announced a girl from the back. "We get the message. You can put on the lights now."
No lights flashed on.
"What is that noise?" a petite girl asked. "Listen," she commanded.
Everyone strained their ears. The sound was very faint. It was the sound of gnawing on wood.
"What is making that noise?" asked a voice.
Before anyone could answer, a boy's desk collapsed. He shouted in surprise. He reached down toward the desk and tried to figure out what was wrong.
"Ugh! It's wet and slimy like saliva!" the boy exclaimed. "It feels like someone chewed this down."
Uncomfortable silence filled the air. The same thought ran through everyone's mind: Was it the Evil Buck-tooth Beaver?
"That teacher is weird," someone said with a laugh.
"He's really sick, trying to scare us into behaving by making up some lame story," said another.
Next thing the kids knew, the desks began dropping like flies. They were wet and slimy. They were chewed up.
"I don't want to sound stupid," said a soft voice, "but is anyone absolutely sure that beavers only eat wood?"
Silence filled the air. Not one person breathed as the thought sank through their heads.
All of a sudden, evil red eyes penetrated through the darkness and rose above the children's heads. The eyes blinked evenly. "You should have behaved," a deep booming voice told the kids. "Now you will pay."
After saying this, two enormous front teeth shone through the dark. They were razor-sharp and pearly-white.
The girls screamed. The boys gasped.
"Good night . . ."
+ + +
The lights came on suddenly. The teacher walked in the room. "Sorry about the blackout. The fuse was . . ."
He stopped what he was saying as he looked around the room. Every single desk was destroyed. Not one single child could be seen.
The teacher laughed. "In my day, when children were told to be quiet and behave, they listened. Nowadays they don't care. Children have to learn to listen, or else they'll have to face consequences . . . Not for me, though. Never for me . . ."
Kaleena, 13, lives in Spring Hill. She is an eighth grader at Notre Dame School.