Freya Von Doom 'link' — Miss Raquel And

"I don’t know," Freya whispered. But she did know. The rules were a cage, and Miss Raquel was the zookeeper.

Freya considered this. She thought about the rules: sit still, raise your hand, color inside the lines, don’t question the inherent binary of good and evil. And then she thought about the one thing Miss Raquel never said out loud but enforced with religious fervor: Be predictable. miss raquel and freya von doom

By fifth grade, Miss Raquel had transferred to the middle school—a coincidence Freya suspected was less about scheduling and more about self-preservation. But the damage, if it can be called that, was done. Freya von Doom—the "von" she added herself, because every good supervillain needs a superfluous aristocratic particle—had found her calling. She would not fight the system. She would exploit its loopholes. She would not break the rules. She would interpret them so literally that they collapsed under their own weight. "I don’t know," Freya whispered