Dreams

Chapter 1

      I shiver from the cold atmosphere. The floor, cold and damp. Smooth, yet rough. Slippery, yet real dry. The lighting is dim, but still visible. I just need to reach it. My bare, cold feet slam down on the cold surface. Getting more aggressive and impatient by the second.
     Her appalling voice fills my ears. Making me more anxious. My body trembles, shaking. She cannot catch me. I couldn't imagine the outcome if she did. My clothes were drenched in blood. I'm not sure if it's mine or not. My heart bangs in my ears, the blood pumps as I pick up speed.
     It's quiet, but deafeningly loud with her voice ringing. This place is familiar, yet so unfamiliar. The pain gets so much worse with each step I take.
     The light slowly starts to become closer. Still far out of my grasp. Her pitter-patter behind me drowns out the thoughts I have invading my mind. Heels stabbing the floor with each step. I hear her chant my name over and over again. Her voice is really unsettling. Even in pitch dark, her sinister grin shines bright. Bloody, sharp teeth like needles stabbing my arms.
     The door is just in arms reach. Old, wooden with marks all over. My breathing becomes shallow. My vision becomes foggy. Sweat drips down my forehead. My lungs burning for air, I feel as if I'll collapse.
      I can hear her getting closer, I can feel it.
     I held out my damp, trembling hands and reached for the doorknob. I grasp it tightly and turn. Before I can open it all the way to escape, a loud deafening scream fills my ears. I release the knob and clench my hands over my ear to muffle the sound. The scream goes on forever. My body tensed up and froze, unable to move an inch.
     My body shakes, the feeling of someone pushing me. It gets stronger and stronger.
     I finally wake up in my classroom. Glancing around constantly. Everyone in the class stares at me. Some snickering. I finally look before me, seeing an angry teacher.
     “I thought we had a chat about naps during class.”
Her arms folded over her chest. Ms. Hubbard. The one history teacher I absolutely hate. 
      One of the things she absolutely despises is sleeping during class time. If your gaze isn't on the board. She will pitch a bitch fit.
     I stare up, my vision still foggy from just being woken up. The room filled with an awkward silence. I don't like the attention on me, I just wanna go home. I'm not the type to stand in the spotlight and wave at fans or stuff. I'd rather be a fan, quiet and observe my surroundings without getting into a mess.
     “Cat got your tongue?! Speak up young lady!”
Now she's raising her voice…
     “I’m sorry, I just-”
      Her hand jolts up, signaling to keep quiet. So, I did. "I will not hear another one of your lame excuses. Get your head up and pay attention!” She gives me a 'hmph' and walks off. I let out a huff, resting my chin on my hand, fiddling with my hoodie string with the other. Class went on. Hubbard writing down things about history on the board.
    I write down the notes she says to scribble.
My handwriting is so shitty. Not as much as my school is.
     Why go and stay for 8 hours to learn if everything you're being taught is nothing but nonsense you won't ever use? It’ll all be wasted by the time graduation rolls around.
     Time passed on, I did some small little doodles on my notebook paper. I’m not an artist. However, I do like to draw small little doodles here and there. Just small and simple to draw.
    I put my pencil down on the table and looked out the window.
     The ground was coated in brown, yellow, orange and red leaves. Fall. My favorite season. Halloween is in about 6 weeks. I’m supposed to go trick or treating with my older brother and his son. My nephew adores Halloween about as much as I do.
      Oh how much I'd love to be out of this hellhole and go out. Maybe jump in the leaves or just enjoy the outdoors. I usually ride my bike around the town. It's a small, cozy place. People know one another. My father keeps the town organized and safe.
     A harsh shove to my side knocks me out of my thoughts. Making my head spin around. Only to be met with one of the goody-2-shoes. Don't get me wrong, she is nice. But, just so dumb and annoying at times.
     "Could you hand me the paper?"
Paper? Oh, the stack on my desk. I take my own paper and hand her the rest. She smiled and happily took it. "Thanks Parker."
     I look at my sheet of paper. Vocabulary, fantastic. It's not difficult. Or so you'd think. Yeah vocabulary in this class is a living hell. She will make the tests so hard. Only 2 people can pass. Vocab. Isn't supposed to be difficult.
     "I want you all to review all of these words. The test will be Friday." She paused, looking around the room. Seeing if anyone was even paying attention. Highly doubt most people were even looking her way.
     "It is worth a tremendous amount of your grade."
     She locked eyes with me. As if speaking directly to me. Her gaze shifted to the rest of the class. This is the one class I swear she hates. Maybe, two or three people here have above 80%. I am not one of them.
     2:55, schools' about out. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Seeing Hubbard wasn't looking, I slipped it out. A message from Kevin came across the screen.