Creative Writing: The Substitute "Don't know." "Oh wait, here comes someone." "Sorry I'm late but I had to um, do something." "Oh well lets just get inside it is cold out here." "Okay class my name is um… Miss Vanderbong." "Your teacher couldn't make it today, she… had an accident and couldn't come." She looked middle-aged with her dark black hair, bags under eyes as if she had gone without sleep for a couple days, she was about 5'8, thin , an reeked of smoke. She carried a duffel bag, it seemed really weird, it was large, large enough to hold a body. She didn't really seem to like bei