Masked Evil

The Closest Doorway

      Note; All characters might resemble people you know, just know that none of the characters are based on real life, all of the discriptions come from me and my helpers imagination. We appologize for anything hurtfull said.

         I woke up to the frustrating beeping sound the alarm clock made at 6:30 in the morning. I struggle to open my eyes, and I was freezing due to the fact that I kicked off my covers during my sleep. I sit up and turn around so that my feet could dangle to the ground from my high bed. I open my eyes to view the disaster my room was from the day before. I turn and unlock to door and revisit my almost clean house. Thankfully, I had no uninvited guests.

        I walk back to my room and obtain some clean clothing to wear for school. I would have to walk to school today, but I didn't see that to be a problem. After I put on my clothes, brushed my teeth and ate a plate full of eggs, I grabbed my backpack and headed off to school. I didn't bother locking the door, since the lock of the door was no more.

        As soon as I step outside, I could feel the heat waves of the beating sun on me. All the snow seems to have melted already, leaving bits and pieces of water puddles from where it was left behind. I didn't have a phone or iPod; though I was suppose to get one for my 14 birthday. I guess that won't be happening now.

        I walk past Tyler's house again, but I still didn't care to notice it. The memories were like a plague in my mind, a plague that has no cure. The school wasn't too far from my house or the grave yard. As I continue walking, I try to focus on others things, such as the birds chirping in the wind.

        When I finally arrive to school, the gate was already open. Children run along and play at the school, for there was only one staff member on campus. The school could be defined as a prison due to gates completely surrounding the campus, but I didn't find it that bad. Their where two main buildings, one grey and one orange.

    There were no hallways, and no lockers from lack of school funds. Both buildings were two stories. The orange building, which was much smaller, was for grades 6-8. The grey building was for all the elementary school kids, and the orange one for middle schoolers. The grey one was newer; however the orange one was crap. Everything wrong you think can be done to a building was done to this building.

     Of course we had a lunch court in front of the campuses, and an auditorium in front of that. To the left of the auditorium is the cafeteria, and to the right was the office with the nurse's office. In between the middle school building and the lunch harbor and to the right, is a giant turf field that the elementary school kids use to play.

     I run pass the lunch court and into my first period in the fear of being late, French.  All the classrooms are exactly the same, they all have a big white electronic board in the front, white boards in the back, tables fashioned in the weirdest pattern, 2 windows placed next to the door and on the other side of the room, and the despicable smell of apples. Most of the class has already taken their assign seats, yet I notice another seat empty in the class. I run over to my seat and sit down to pull out my books. We all wait for Madame Martin to speak.

        "Class, I have something important to say, and that's why I'm speaking English. Our student Alex has dropped out of the AP class. I'm hoping I'm pushing you to your best so that only the strong take the AP test." Announces Madame Martin.

     Great. That's the third one this month. Madame Martin is that one teacher that nobody likes, for multiple reasons. For one she treats all the classes differently. My class was her top class, so she assigns home work due the next day like there's no tomorrow. She treats us like we're in college, since AP is a college class. For a bunch of 8th graders, that's a lot.