Laughter: not always the best medicine

So, it's only been a few years since my (first and) last post. I'm sure my legion of fans will be thrilled for this latest update.

Nerine Dorman, editor of the Bloody Parchment anthology asked us to write some quick drabbles for the live event. This is what I came up with:

"It started during a geography lesson. One of the girls started laughing. Another joined. And another. And another. The sound soon switched from bubbly giggling to frantic bleating; jaws locked and eyes frozen in terror. The laughter spread to yet more girls, while the teachers looked on, bewildered. Some of the students started trying to scream behind their howls and hysterics. After 45 minutes, one of the teachers started with a choking guffaw. The headmistress, completely confounded, dialed the emergency hotline. After eight long rings, someone picked up; their whoops and cackles sounding tinny across the phone line."

P.S. If you don't know what a drabble is, it's a short story in 100 words or less.