The colour orange

So-today something a little different.  An allegory.  A story. Not necessarily true and of course based on very unreal people not real one 'cos that would be mean. And I'm not mean-I'm nice. :) Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin.
In a far off city called Bespoke there was school that sat high on a hill above the town. The hill was very old and had been an iron age settlement and a Roman fort. 
Miss Shakespeare got her very first job there and she loved the school and all her children very much. They had wonderful adventures in Drama exploring haunted houses and riding the Oregon Trail all within the classroom walls. They wrote poetry and stories and read wonderful books and in the summer they would sit in the trees and the grass with their favourites, always books like "The Sheep Pig" or anything by Roald Dahl. One boy actually read the same book for five years. When he was asked he just said, "I'm a slow reader Miss".
With the older children she got to share one of her favourite book, "To Kill a Mockingbird" and her favourite essay was the one that said, "it was a sin to kill Tom Robinson just like it was a sin to kill a mockingbird. They was both armless."
It couldn't last. One day a new senior teacher arrived. Very tiny, softly spoken, well dressed but a little too tanned perhaps. She got the job and within six months all the teachers began to realise that this was no easy going lady, The soft voice could shriek like a banshee.
Reading outside was banned - what were they learning? Going to Oregon - why? Where were learning points of the lesson? Poetry - junior children do better than this - teach them the hard stuff, metaphors, similes! We already did  but as she wanted.
This is hard and a bit scary part: Miss Shakespeare oddly enough quite liked the orange witch and they became friends-sort of. They read the same books, Patricia Cornwell and Kathy Reichs. They both worshipped Princess Diana and cried buckets and buckets of tears when she died.
But the orange witch had an agenda and she was very clever. Every time they talked on the phone she would the young teacher to tell everything that was going on the the department. Two days later lovely Mr Old would be summoned and told his skills were crap, his teaching was crap and so were his teachers. Inspectors were called in - 'ol fashioned, no structure' and even one who said in this day and age charismatic teachers are of no value.
Well as you guess Miss Shakespeare, Mr Old and Miss Bell all left. Miss Shakespeare feeling very guilty. Not least because she knew there was still a hit list and she knew who was on it.
Part Two tomorrow folks-not real, really, really not :)