Looming right in front of his desk was Mrs. Whimbrel. "P. Martin," she coughed again.
"He-er," P. Martin said, sounding just like James Vireo. He felt the eyes of all his new classmates sticking to him like mites and his body heat rising.
"Has your mind migrated, Mr. P Martin?" Mrs. Whimbrel asked.
Welcome to MarMooWorks Story Line, where I encourage you to become a Muse of MarMooWorks. Each week, I will begin a story, using one sentence, and I invite you, the readers, to add to the story. Be on the lookout for fun and unusual words, images, and literary devices. Be sure to keep in mind that once a character has been introduced, he/she/it remains in the story and has a purpose.
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