(everyone is sat down as veevee enters, she is wearing a gothic but stylish dress, and looks pretty witchy for a teacher.)
Veevee: (sits down) Let's face it. None of you actually want to be here. You're probably thinking about what's on TV, red-fountain boys and ways to spite alfea girls, in fact, your probably considering throwing a lightning bolt to shut me up as i speak, but if it's comforting, i don't want to be here either. I just got out of jail.
Witch 1: (raises hand) why?
Veevee: (smiles) I would tell you, but then I'll have to kill you. (Half the class laughs, the other half are staring in shock, thinking they've just witnessed a miracle.) Now, the lesson-plan says i'm meant to teach you about some winx club in concert- C R A P, but i figured you'll all rather stick pins in your eyes, so i thought we could do a bit of free-style.
Angel: Wait---- aren't you a fairy? (eyes widen)
Veevee: I'm not a fairy or a witch. I'm Veevee. So spare me that kind of racism please.
Witch 2: (smirking, folding arms, hoping to get upper-hand on this teacher) I bet you can't even sing! Aren't you like forty? (puts hands on hips, light laughter)
Veevee: top forty sweetie. hit it! (sings song below)
Veevee: (sits down) Let's face it. None of you actually want to be here. You're probably thinking about what's on TV, red-fountain boys and ways to spite alfea girls, in fact, your probably considering throwing a lightning bolt to shut me up as i speak, but if it's comforting, i don't want to be here either. I just got out of jail.
Witch 1: (raises hand) why?
Veevee: (smiles) I would tell you, but then I'll have to kill you. (Half the class laughs, the other half are staring in shock, thinking they've just witnessed a miracle.) Now, the lesson-plan says i'm meant to teach you about some winx club in concert- C R A P, but i figured you'll all rather stick pins in your eyes, so i thought we could do a bit of free-style.
Angel: Wait---- aren't you a fairy? (eyes widen)
Veevee: I'm not a fairy or a witch. I'm Veevee. So spare me that kind of racism please.
Witch 2: (smirking, folding arms, hoping to get upper-hand on this teacher) I bet you can't even sing! Aren't you like forty? (puts hands on hips, light laughter)
Veevee: top forty sweetie. hit it! (sings song below)