Mestizo Camp

It was toward the end of the school year. Your teacher had called several students together to discuss their grades and such, and for some reason, your teacher, Ms. Johnson, decided to take you to a different room to talk about your grades and whatever.

You enter the room; it was an old classroom that hadn't been used in years. It was a sort of storage room for random things.

"Oh... sweet little darling... *

"* she said as she appeared from one place to another, at least that's how you felt.