The always-nervous elementary school teacher, Mr. Milk, stood in front of his fourth grade class, shaking at the sight of the red bird fiend on his desk that watched over him constantly. The kids had recently come in from a four-hour-long recess and had just been given 20 minutes of free read to look over their required magazines. Mr. Milk sighed, knowing it was time for some serious academic work. Provided she would allow it. Which she rarely did.

"Uh… okay, class…" the tense educator began, nervously adjusting his white necktie. "I thought maybe today we'd… do some creative writing…?"

The evil green girl in the front row known as Vendetta scowled inquisitively. Grudge, the giant hamster seated next to her, grunted angrily.

The red bird fiend on the teacher's desk squawked with discontent. Mr. Milk began to sweat.

"I-is …that okay, Vendetta?"

The evil little girl knew that "creative writing" was a task far beyond the intelligence level of the stupid children in her class. She herself would much rather take magazine quizzes and eat clams than write creatively. But after four hours of recess and 20 minutes of reading Spite Magazine, Vendetta was feeling good. Maybe even good enough to humor the balding man in front of her.

The evil green girl spoke, her thick Bulgarian accent apparent. "What sort of creative writing did you have in mind, stupid teacher?"

Mr. Milk trembled and wiped his brow. "M-m-maybe an… a-auto… autobiography?"

Vendetta cringed. A feeling of anger began to boil within her as visions of her complicated past came flooding back. She banged two green fists on the desk. Her life before becoming the overlord of Clamburg was not to be spoken or even thought of. And certainly not to be written down and handed in to a stupid teacher for grading.

"You…" the little girl raised a threatening finger toward Mr. Milk. "How dare you mock me? If I was not in such a good mood from the four hours of recess and the amusing article I just read in Spite Magazine, you would be destroyed right now!"

Vendetta's classmates shivered (except for Charlotte who was smiling like an idiot.) The little green girl and the giant orange hamster stood up and made their way to the front of the classroom. The little girl's eyes cut into those of her stupid teacher's.

"School is over for today. I am leaving. And tomorrow, you had better not try my patience again. Or else."

With that, Vendetta and Grudge walked out the door and into the town's dark atmosphere, heading in the direction of Vendetta's manor.

Mr. Milk began to feel dizzy. He loosened his necktie, laid down on the ground, and allowed himself to faint.