The Evil Chemist

One cold night, an evil chemist with an evil scheme strolled into a school. He poured a green gooey liquid onto the floor, and walked away, muttering, “I hate children”. The next day, as kids stampeded into school, they ran quickly into the school gym. While the children sat on the floor of the school gym, singing as a choir, one of them noticed a sticky green goo oozing into his feet.
“ARGH!” he screamed, his voice echoing around the room. Suddenly, everybody stopped singing, and the whole school stared at him, not noticing the oozing green slime. Eventually, he stopped screaming, and continued singing the hymn, embarrassed. Finally, after the chronic hymn practice was over, all the kids ran out to break. As they arrived in the playground, they noticed two things. Firstly, their feet were covered in slime, and secondly, their toes were going numb.

“Ew! Gross!” shrieked a girl named Camilla, trying to shake it off.

No matter how hard she shook her feet, the horrid slime didn’t come off. Just then, the noticed a oily-black crow with glinting-red eyes swooping down low above her head. Stumbling backwards in fright, Camilla wondered if this crow was anything to do with the slime.

Back in the cave of the evil chemist, the oily-black crow landed on the chemist’s shoulder, squawking and screeching. “Did my plan work, then, fellow crow?” cackled the chemist gleefully. The crow gave a ugly squawk, meaning yes. His lips curling into a wicked smile, he dismissed the crow, and continued workinng with his chemistry.

The next morning, Camilla decided to follow the crow. Pulling on her clothes, she dashed downstairs, and leapt out the door. “I’ll be back soon, mum!” shouted Camilla. “I’m just going on a quick walk, to get some fresh air!” Spotting the crow in the distance, she started sprinting after it. Suddenly, the crow stopped. ‘Do I hear…footsteps?’ he thought. As the crow began to turn around, Camilla quickly dodged behind a tree. Holding her breath, she hoped with all her heart that the horrible crow wouldn’t look behind the tree. As the crow started to fly again, she breathed out, relieved. ‘I’ll have to be more careful’ she thought. Finally, after twenty-five long minutes of chasing the crow, Camilla saw a huge stone cave. Swallowing hard, she crept inside. Almost immediately, the chemist’s beady eyes darted over to where Camilla was standing. “Children…” he hissed. “I hate children…”

Camilla froze in terror. There was no escaping. She’d been spotted. She took a deep breath in, and a deep breath out. ‘Be brave.’ she thought to herself. ‘Be brave’ “What are you doing here? And…I bet you were the one who put that slime there!” “You’re right”, snarled the chemist.

“I have to tell somebody about this.” muttered Camilla to herself. “But I need proof.” So she grabbed the nearest bottle to her and stuffed it into her pocket quickly. “You know too much.” snarled the chemist. “So you’re not leaving.” He reached out his hand a slammed a huge red button, and a cage fell on top of her. “Help!” shouted Camilla furiously. Realising that shouting wouldn’t help, she dropped her voice. Then, she remebered the bottle. She pulled it out of her pocket and poured the fiery red liquid onto the cage. Instantly, the wooden cage burst into flames , and burnt the cage to ashes. While she ran away, she heard the chemist screaming “I will get you for this!” as the flames surrounded him.