By Shya Gibbons of Vintage Dreams With A Modern Twist
Valerie Felicity Frizzle was finally apprehended this week, after a decades-long investigation against her finally came to an end, which resulted in charges of child endangerment, kidnapping, transporting minors across celestial borders, and countless more.
Frizzle has many known aliases, which include “The Friz,” and is most commonly referred to as “Ms. Frizzle.”
The investigation first started when a student named Mauri* stepped forward to voice concerns about her teacher and a fellow student who had gone missing. This is an excerpt taken from the police report Mauri gave in regards to her concerns:
My parents signed a waiver, allowing me to go with the other students to the local hospital. The trip was meant to show us the different services the hospital provides us, such as the emergency room, surgeries, tests, and even a window that we could look through to see the new babies. I was most looking forward to seeing that portion, but we never got there.
We arrived at the hospital as we were supposed to, but Ms. Frizzle seemed like she had something else planned when we got there. I wasn’t surprised, and neither were my friends, as Ms. Frizzle often changes her plans last minute.
When we arrived at the hospital, we were looking around at all of the bright lights, the people running around in white jackets, while codes blared over our heads. It was constant movement. Ms. Frizzle explained how the doctors running past us and the words we heard through the speakers meant someone needed help quickly.
This is where the trip turned. She took us aside, said we were going to save some lives, and before we could ask questions, she shrunk us and transported us inside the body the doctors were working on.
As our shrunken bus that we were trapped inside rushed through the bloodstream, we held on tightly as Ms. Frizzle yelled, “Children! This is just like white water rafting!” and laughed. We weren’t laughing. We were scared.
She pointed out different organs and we ended up slamming into the left side of the ribcage. The sudden hit off the rib made Tony’s window break and he slid right out. The bus chased him as he screamed; the miniature vehicle maneuvered around a scalpel and several gloved fingers.
Ms. Frizzle deployed a rescue raft for Tony, but that’s when we saw a large object coming down towards us. There was too much blood. It had to be picked up with some gauze. We believe Tony and the raft were snagged by the first piece of gauze. Matilda, the girl sitting next to me, asked Ms. Frizzle about Tony and the raft. We never got a response.
Ms. Frizzle yelled to hold on tight and she laughed maniacally while the bus turned around and shot out of the man’s nostril. She pointed out a booger as the bus zoomed out, saying he had a bat in the cave.
When we were turned back to our original size, everyone was crying and scared. We missed Tony. Our thoughts couldn’t be heard because the slamming of the bloodstream against the bus windows still pounded in our eardrums. I cried that I wanted to go home, that the field trip was horrible.
She quietly pulled me aside and told me that she was a magical, wonderful teacher. That she could take a bus and her students and turn them into microscopic specs that can go anywhere and do anything. She then told me that her magic didn’t end there and the last student that told on her was transformed into the lizard that doesn’t leave her side.
“Mauri, do you want to be a lizard?” she asked. I shook my head “no” as I cried harder. My parents didn’t believe me. Tony was often spoken about, but no one questioned it. I wondered where his parents were and why they weren’t scared until one day Ms. Frizzle brought in a birdcage with two birds in it and I knew why his parents weren’t worried. I knew why those caged birds never stopped ‘singing.’
I did my homework every night and when I moved ahead a grade, I was beyond grateful, but I knew Ms. Frizzle and her madness wouldn’t stop.
The investigation found that Mauri’s claims were, in fact, accurate and Ms. Frizzle admitted to taking students to space, a haunted house, a garden, and a storm, among other locations. The amount of students that were lost over the years is still being looked into. Since the initial report was released, we’ve had dozens of former students step forward with their own harrowing tales of “field trips.”
This case is considered ongoing, and anyone with information or personal, firsthand accounts is encouraged to step forward and contact us.
(*Names have been changed to protect the witnesses after a former press release resulted in our key witness disappearing. The precinct wound up with a cat that appeared out of nowhere and lurks around in every shadow. Safety measures have since been increased.)
About the Author
Shya Gibbons is a full-time CEO (also called a stay-at-home-mom) to a precocious, blue-eyed two-year-old, and runs the blog Vintage Dreams With A Modern Twist. She is happily married to a gorgeous man who doubles as her best friend, and who loves her even on her worst days. She was born, raised and still lives in a picturesque small town where she has stacked up hundreds of bylines at the local newspaper. When she is not writing for fun, she likes to cook big dinners and bake. In her free time she likes to binge watch seasons of shows at a time where she gets far too attached to fictional characters. Her work was recently featured in I Just Want To Be Perfect, the fourth book in an anthology that has been on the New York Times Best Sellers. You can find more of her work on Facebook.