I had to stuff my fist into my mouth to stop myself from laughing. Layla was waltzing around the class room talking and acting like our teacher Mrs Walker. She was wearing Mrs Walker’s sunglasses that she left on the table when she went to take the phone call and she has the same strawberry blond hair as Mrs Walker all she needed now was the bad breath. “Teacher alert” my twin brother Michael yelled. Everyone ran back to their seats. When Mrs Walker walked in she instructed “McKenzie go get the English books” But when I opened the cupboard door there it was my worst nightmare.