My Teacher Ate My Brain

Miss Edwards had always been good looking - the type of teacher fancied by older students and male staff alike. Her long, blonde hair always had that 'just been washed' look to it, and she smelled like a spring day - all honey and strawberries. Miss Edwards didn't smell of strawberries any more. She smelled of rotten meat. Of terror. Of death.This title is published by Franklin Watts EDGE, which produces a range of booksto get children reading with confidence. EDGE - for books children can't put down.