The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
Her next class was taught by a much older Ben. He had a beard and he wore a white shirt with a black stripe down the middle (of Ben 10,000)"Okay...BE SAFE!" she called out to him "see you," she said waving at him until he rounded the corner and she went off in the opposite direction to find her next class.
Emily narrowed her eyes at Earl as she saw the smirk starting to creep on his face. Emily gave him a look as if he better not say what she knew he was thinking. He didn't say it but he did cough out the word wiggenweld potion. She frowned and folded her arms and looked away from him "the position was perfect....it was the bottle's fault" she said the last part under her breath as she pouted. The bottle had no dropper and the pour of the bottle was larger than she had expected so instead of a few drops it was more.
Peter got to Well's house just after Barry. "sorry I'm Late Joe. Got caught up in classes."
"What I did 't say anything."