BlueLeLilDutchAD
Notable Member
- Jan 24, 2017
- 2,263
- 16,725
This is the story of a teenager named Skylar
I step through the open door of my classroom, the general smells filling my nose and breifly flashing through my head. Wood, new paper, blood, drywall. Blood? The coppery scent of blood breifly filling my nostrils. I turn my head and give the entire classroom a once over, but nothing is out of the ordinary. Students, mucking around and ignoring the teacher, and the teacher, who looks so red in the face like she might explode is yelling at all the students.
I sigh and walk to my desk, plopping my backpack down under my desk and taking my seat. The teacher finally gets the class to shut up and starts to teach. I sigh. Why can’t anything interesting happen in my life? Bored out of my mind, i rest my head on my desk and i fall asleep.
Wailing alarms. Piercing screams. I wake from my sleep to find myself in my classroom. At night. The scent of blood even stronger on the air, i raise my head and turn to see exactly what is wrong. Everyone is slumped over at their desks, sound asleep. I get up and shake the person next to me. No response. I whack them on the back. No response. Their dark figure is hard to see, but it’s definately someone named Spike, nobody was sure what gender spike was as they changed what their answer was to ‘Are you a boy or a girl?’ Every ten minutes. I slap them hard on the face and my hand slides through drool, freaking out, i wipe my hand on my uniform. There still wasn’t a response from spike, so i walk to where i remember the lightswitch being and flick it on. I stumble backwards, crying out with disgust ad i see my hand, covered in what i assumed to be drool is stained dark crimson, slick with blood. I run back to Spike and shake them once more. They fall from their desk and land on their side, blood splashing everywhere. The blood on Spike was dark, but the blood on the floor is bright. Spike died a while ago, and is somehow still bleeding. I reel back, terrified. I turn to run from the room when the door bursts open and a massive man with a machete, the weapon is stained red, strides through, maniacal laughter escaping his lips as i take in his face.
He looks insane. Completely, totally insane. He points at me.
‘You’re next, little Girl! I wont mistake you forma dead body this time! Hahahahahaha’ The creepy laughter almost seems as sharp as any weapon. ‘Let’s see you defend yourself, your friends all had a chance at life and they failed miserably!’
He tosses me a sword, slightly longer then his machete and it lands at my feet. Barely processing the fact i had just picked it up, i hold the sword in my hands and get ready to fight for my life.
End of part one.
I step through the open door of my classroom, the general smells filling my nose and breifly flashing through my head. Wood, new paper, blood, drywall. Blood? The coppery scent of blood breifly filling my nostrils. I turn my head and give the entire classroom a once over, but nothing is out of the ordinary. Students, mucking around and ignoring the teacher, and the teacher, who looks so red in the face like she might explode is yelling at all the students.
I sigh and walk to my desk, plopping my backpack down under my desk and taking my seat. The teacher finally gets the class to shut up and starts to teach. I sigh. Why can’t anything interesting happen in my life? Bored out of my mind, i rest my head on my desk and i fall asleep.
Wailing alarms. Piercing screams. I wake from my sleep to find myself in my classroom. At night. The scent of blood even stronger on the air, i raise my head and turn to see exactly what is wrong. Everyone is slumped over at their desks, sound asleep. I get up and shake the person next to me. No response. I whack them on the back. No response. Their dark figure is hard to see, but it’s definately someone named Spike, nobody was sure what gender spike was as they changed what their answer was to ‘Are you a boy or a girl?’ Every ten minutes. I slap them hard on the face and my hand slides through drool, freaking out, i wipe my hand on my uniform. There still wasn’t a response from spike, so i walk to where i remember the lightswitch being and flick it on. I stumble backwards, crying out with disgust ad i see my hand, covered in what i assumed to be drool is stained dark crimson, slick with blood. I run back to Spike and shake them once more. They fall from their desk and land on their side, blood splashing everywhere. The blood on Spike was dark, but the blood on the floor is bright. Spike died a while ago, and is somehow still bleeding. I reel back, terrified. I turn to run from the room when the door bursts open and a massive man with a machete, the weapon is stained red, strides through, maniacal laughter escaping his lips as i take in his face.
He looks insane. Completely, totally insane. He points at me.
‘You’re next, little Girl! I wont mistake you forma dead body this time! Hahahahahaha’ The creepy laughter almost seems as sharp as any weapon. ‘Let’s see you defend yourself, your friends all had a chance at life and they failed miserably!’
He tosses me a sword, slightly longer then his machete and it lands at my feet. Barely processing the fact i had just picked it up, i hold the sword in my hands and get ready to fight for my life.
End of part one.
How many parts are there gonna be? I WANT MOOOORRRRE