Life According to Wyatt Smithers

Wyatt

It was midafternoon and I was on my way to fifth-period. Ms. Ludwick had kept our class from leaving when Shawn Lockery rose to leave before the bell rang. The blue double doors were warm. They were bathed in the sunlight just as the trees were. I was in the center of what was known as the X-Patio. The sidewalk was riddled with debris from the trees. The canopy protected the ground from the beams of light save for a few openings. The wind rushed the fallen leaves on to the grass.

Then it came to me. The wind then came from behind me, pushing me the same direction I was going. It had seemed as though the wind wanted me to go, to get to class. But I soon realized I was not alone. The double doors opened slightly. A hooded figure began to emerge from the opening. As a result I hastened to the hall of crystalline white. I waited for a few minutes, the adrenaline coursing through my body. Suddenly I gazed out the door window and there was no trace of the hooded figure. The dark blue hood.

Returning to my original path I stared at the floor, so clean I could see my own reflection a little. "Ughhh." I landed on the floor. Standing over me was the hooded figure. Something was familiar about him. "Its me," he said. Marcus. "Surprise." "What were you doing?" I asked. "Oh, just having some fun." I rose to my feet. "Well you've had enough. We need to get to class."

"Look, I'm sorry but why were you late?" questioned Marcus. "It was Ms. Ludwick." We then proceeded to World History. Ms. Harriet didn't seem to notice, her attention was placed on her phone. However, the class began to whisper. "Why are you late?" asked Helen. "Was it Ms. Ludwick?" There was a pause and then Marcus said yes. "Well, I'm glad I have her for sixth. I can't be late from her class to someone else's because its the end of the day, hah."
Oh lord. "Good for you Helen," I said. "I know."

Ms. Harriet began the class with a presentation of the Holocaust. "The presentation is graphic. Just for warning. If you need to step out please do," she advised. The room went dark. My eyes were glued to the promethean board. The title said The Holocaust: A Visual Representation. Each slide was a minute long. First it was the trains and the camps. Then I saw it. The masses of people standing. Soon enough the bodies were revealed. Hundreds. The faces stuck in my mind. "Oh Jesus" said Helen.

The furnaces were next. Enough room to fit a few bodies. What monsters could be capable of such horror?