Midnight. ☆ [boyxboy]

Rock-steady.

I knew something was wrong the second I step foot into the classroom. It reminded me of a beehive, the constant hum of chatter. As I walked down the aisle to reach my desired spot at the back of the room, I picked up on bits of conversation.

"..really hot... "

"...fuck him.... be weird"

"he's married... gross, Samantha"

I shook my head and took my seat in a desk at the back of the room, a couple girls glanced at me and began to whisper. I sighed and pulled a notebook and mechanical pencil out of my messenger bag. I set the notebook and pencil on the desk and directed my attention to my bag. I ran my fingers over the fancy cursive initials stitched on the flap that closed the bag; Z.G

For Zane Grant.

I smiled a little to myself, running my fingers along the frayed and worn edges of the bag. This was the last thing my grandmother had given me before she died. I had many opportunities to get a new bag, but I had never taken up the offer.

I glanced up at the clock, noting that Mr. Keegan was five minutes late. From his " About Me " teacher presentation shown to the class yesterday, he seemed like a teacher I would actually enjoy this year. He had explained that here in his class, we had no limits. His class was a creative writing, english/history, self discovery class. Which got laughs out of everyone, Because on our scheduled it simply stated this class was "Honors English".

I took a breath and let my mind wander back to last night, the man, the blood, the groaning. Surely, he'd kill someone.. But he wasn't by himself was he? He was talking to someone. And the voice I heard last night.. sounded to be that of a womans. What kind of sick gang were they in..? And Why didn't he or whoever they were kill me why they had the chance.

And then a stupid idea popped into my head; Cannibals.

That had to explain why there was blood around his mouth, clearly there was blood in his mouth as well. I shook my head and tried to come up with some answers to my questions, but my brain storming was cut short by a mans voice.

Which hadn't belonged to Mr. Keegan, it belonged to Mr. Polve. The schools principle.

"Settle down, Class. Everyone please take your seats." Mr. Polve boomed.

He was a tall man, beady eyes and a long nose and was balding in several spots, but that never seemed to phase him because he never wore a hair piece.

"Due to the fact that Mr. Keegan has been traded to a different area in our district, you should no longer expect him as a teacher."

A wave of whispers went through the room and Mr. Polve started up again.

"Quiet down. You will give your warm welcome to Mr. Salvatore, who is a college professor, he will be filling in as your teacher for the time being until we find a permanent educator." Mr. Polve continued as he turned towards the door, he gave a curt nod and in walked the professor.

He nodded back at Mr. Polve and turned to face the class, he nodded politely and spoke.

His voice sending chills down my spine in horror.

"I'm Mr. Salvatore, Although I don't know many of you, We will work on that during the time I'm here. Its nice meeting you all." He grinned, a Cheshire cat type of grin.

My palms began to sweat and my head started to spin, as the sick realization set over me.

It was the man from last night.