'' My name is Mr Andrews, I will be teaching you history this semester. Due to recent events, your old teacher will not be coming back to this school.'' A few students snickered '' Now, I don't know what he expected from you, but in my class you will not be able to pass notes, eat or use mobile phones, if I see any one of you texting or whatever it is you all do, I will confiscate it from you, and you can collect it after school along with a half an hour detention, is that clear?''
Everyone in the class remained silent.
''I said, is that clear?'' Mr Andrews raised his voice. This time they all nodded and a few mumbled silent ''yes's.''
''Good'' The tall man said '' now somebody tell me what have you been....''
I blocked out his voice, focusing on the clock above his head.
'' God, you always do that,'' he groaned '' if you hate school so much, why do you even come here? ''
He's not real.
'' You're smart, you have always been smart, coming here is useless, not to mention time wasting.'' He sighed and twirled a strand of my hair around his finger.
This isn't happening.
''Pass this to Sarah'' A girl with a piercing on her eyebrow whispered, passing me a scrunched up piece of paper. I took it from her and quickly threw it to Sarah-the girl with amber hair.
''You there, what's your name? '' Looking up, I saw Mr Andrews staring at me, his expression didn't promise anything good.
''Haha, you just got caught'' He clapped his hands loudly.
''Melissa'' I answered, ignoring him.
''Today after school, 30 minute detention.''
''For what?!''
''You know very well for what.'' He glared at me.
''Don't worry, I'll deal with him'' He patted my shoulder and slowly walked up to Mr Andrews.
No, he's not real, he's not gonna do it.
He grinned, and took out something sharp from his pocket. Without giving me time to realise what's about to happen, he slashed Mr Andrews throat and blood spluttered everywhere.
I jerked up, wide awake. My heart was pounding inside my chest, threatening to jump out any second now.
'' Bad dream? '' He smirked.
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Dreaming Awake
Teen Fiction''Shut up, shut up already!'' ''Why should I? '' She didn't dare to look up. ''You're not real'' She whispered, her voice trembling, ''You're not real'' '' Oh really? I certainly feel real...'' She could feel his smirk, clawing right at her back. ...
