Of course! My classes have to be on the opposite side of the school from my locker. I grab my huge pile of junk, and head off.
I walk down the hall with my head down. People don't usually talk to me, so why even keep my head up to see them? They've all heard of me, and it. They all call me a creep, a crazy-ass, and a liar. But I've never lied. Well, about It anyway.
The bell rings just as I step into the warm, cozy ELA room. I immediately pull out my book, My Deep Confession and start reading until the teacher arrives. That's the best part of this class. The teacher is always at least 5 minutes late.
"Good morning class! My teacher Mrs. Plankers said, running in like some amazing cross country star or something. She is a very tall woman, I'd say at least 5,10, and she's also very slim. She has amazing long, brown hair, compared to my short blonde grease-ball.
I always have loved ELA. It where you can discover and be part of an adventure while reading a book, or totally loose yourself writing nonstop! It's just amazing.
"Ok class," her crisp voice calmly said. "You may begin writing!"
YOU ARE READING
Looking in
HorrorEveryone is afraid of something. For some it's spiders. For others it's the dark. For me, it's it. The one who is outside my window. The one who watches me while I sleep. He's always there, watching, waiting, but for what? My friends don't believe m...
