Yes really, a goldfish. Her eyes for one, not that they were large and googly, but that they were cold, dead and unseeing. Very unsettling. Her skin was pale, and unnaturally so, so much that it seemed slimy with water. Her mouth large and gaping, pouty lips, as if trying to suck in more water to breathe. Her hair was what might be called long and flowy on a good day, but today it was like a dorsal fin of a goldfish out of water, covering her face in a rather unflattering manner.

So she stepped into class after standing outside for about 10 minutes talking on her phone. Just when they thought it was going to be a free period too.

Disaster, for there was supposedly a test in this period of time. And the class drew a breath. He heard his classmate next to him draw a sharper one and he turned to look.

"Fucking hell its Tabitha Lee" he muttered. Such language was the norm in this institution, unperturbed he asked nonchalantly what was the problem.

"She's a bitch thats what", his classmate replied with more venom than was customary. He raised an eyebrow.

Then she spoke, it sounded like she was trying to force gravel down her throat. Or up it. She was tortured, and seemed as if each effort might kill her. It was not a pretty voice. Not a pretty face either but that wasn't the issue. She began to lecture.

" I will have order in this class is that clear? There shall be no objections and none of you is to make any noise or I will send you out." She let that hang in the air for a while. " Any objections?"

The boisterous students in the class stopped. All bluster, but no balls really, no one said anything.

"You have 40 minutes to do this 55 minute test, any objections?"

" Bu-"

"Your time starts now, hurry up."

A string of under the breath swearing instantly ensued, but the students did not riot.

40 minutes later when Typhoon Tabitha had left the room, the fallout ensued. Flung pens and papers lay scattered about the floor as the students began gossiping and passing snide remarks about this new entity in their lives. Everyone was complaining about the test, she had been wasting our test time outside class talking on the phone! She was such a bitch! She was as ugly as the rear end of a cricket! In truth though, it was because of the morbidly difficult nature of the question. But to heck with it, anything to get a second shot.

On a side note, she was a bitch.