Hi y’all after not posting for much too long 😀
I am finally back on my blog to share something very important…
THERE IS A SPY AT MY SISTER’S SCHOOL
Today my sister told me about a substitute teacher she had at the end of the day. He was called Mr. G. I, of course, found that suspicious. The teacher did not tell them what his full name was.
“My name’s Mr. G. So yeah, you can just call me Mr. G.”
After telling her my totally not far-fetched theory, she actually began to consider it. After all, she had never met this teacher before, and her regular teacher told them that she would only hire known teachers as substitutes. She had a whole list of trusted teachers she could have had – one of them were bound to be free. So why was he sub?
As well, my sister informed me about his strange behaviour when he came in. He asked each and every student their name and where they were from, which languages they spoke, and how many. He himself spoke four. As a spy, languages are important to blend in. Perhaps that was the reason why he knew so much.