My head is pounding. Somehow, I don 't know how ,I managed to push him off me. I run and grab the door handle thinking i 'm out but then everything goes black. I start to give up. My body slowly doesn 't want to fight anymore....
Relieved by the lack of individuals in the hallways, I swiftly, and of course carefully, progressed to my locker. It has been only a few seconds when I discovered that my lunchbox was not in its usual place. “Hello? Where’s my lunchbox?” Right off the bat, I had two immediate conclusions to consider: More centered around other critical assignments and work, my mind never thought of taking my lunchbox with me after breakfast. Another pupil attacking my locker cracked the code and appropriated my lunchbox.
“Intruder. Intruder. This is not a drill. An intruder has entered the building.” the monotone voice blares over the sound of a siren. And I feel myself slipping back into a panic, but not before I manage to slip under a desk near the back of the room, a textbook in one hand, a pair of scissors in the other, the spitting image of every other student in the class, the same image of fear splayed across our faces, our arms tense, our eyes pools of terrified confusion.
I brush it off and blame it on the gloomy and miserable conditions outside. I finally arrive at school and pull into my parking spot. I gather my things and begin to head inside. Just like the roads, I realize there is hardly anyone outside,but there are plenty of cars. Usually there is people all over the parking lot talking to their friends or walking inside to go to class, but not today.
I remember looking to the left and right of me everyone seemed to be enjoying the first day of school. Everyone including myself showing off our clean new outfits we had bought during back to school sales. Eagerly waiting for the bell to ring; I remember walking around trying to find something to do as I wait impatiently for school to start. Trying to find something I can go and chill I walk over to the school gym, taking a look around me I see our school colors, which are black and yellow. Almost forgot the name of my high school is Adrian Wilcox High, home of the thunder if I remember correctly or lightning one of the two but I digress.
This results in Cuss 's running out of his room while leaving the door behind him wide "open behind him." Mrs. Hall looks at the open door and hears Griffin mocking and moving all in the room. Then "the parlor door slam[s], and the place [is] silent again." Doors also stop revelations. Mrs. Hall often tries to collect information on Griffin by spying on him at the parlor door, although, she fails to find out what he tries to accomplish.
My journey started on a day like any other. I woke up early to go to school but when I got the everything was dark. I walked through the hallways to see if anyone was at school but I only saw one person at the opposite end of the hall. I shouted out to them to ask what is going on but there was no response. I waited a minute or so and then walked across the hall.
The closer she to the double doors her palms got sweaty and her pulse increase quick. She walked into her 1st hour class just before the bell ring. Mr. King walks in the loud classroom, he said today class is locker day.
And as fast as arrows flying through the air, Ross and Dennis streamed down to the bathroom as the screaming continues, louder and screechier than before. When the boys got there, the scene is immeasurably horrifying, the floor of the room is covered with blood, as the two girls' skin is scratched and damaged. Chasing the girls down are four horrible, limb-like creatures. Two of them look like the shape of a hand and the other two seem foot-like, with dark yellow skin, rotten meat and bone inside them. Their nails are long, nasty and as pointed as a knife head.
After all, murder was so common nowadays since the charges never seemed to stick. Stretching slowly, I rose from my bed as I began to get ready for school. Then, once I was prepared, I grabbed my bag. Finally, I donned my shoes before quietly slipping out of my home to begin my daily stroll to school. As I ambled along the garbage ridden road, I could not help but falter when I noticed children huddled together to keep warm.