The Horrors Of Woodland College

Class with Mr. Donald

As I was finishing getting ready for class I felt and ice cold chill running down my spine. Goosebumps were going up and down my arms and legs as well. I was scared to turn around because I knew that either someone or something was gonna be behind me. But, when I finally turn around, there was nothing there. I went to my closet door and opened it only to find my clothes. I closed it and just as I was about to turn around a voice, kinda like a man's voice whispered in my ear telling me ' You better watch out for the man who killed me.'

But when i looked to see who was talking to me, all i saw was my dorm bed and my roommates dorm bed as well.

"Carrie come on we're gonna be late. Come on stop staring off into space and lets go." Someone said while grabbing my arm.

It was Jamie Tipson my first friend I ever made when I was seven years old. We have been through everything together from family members dying to skipping high school classes. Jamie and I ran through the halls trying to find are first class; math with Mr. Donald. Funny that name sounds so familiar. He was wearing a white dress shirt, dress pants and a blue and white striped tie. 

"Come in class and take any available seat. Now lets start by doing rolled call like you did in high school. Ok, um William Clay, ah there you are welcome back. Abigail Den check, Eileen Haran ok, Brian Maxwell, Alden Stamp, Jamie Tipson last but not least Carrie Nickolson?" When he said my name I felt even more chills running down my back.

That voice sounded so familiar but, I just could not identify it. Does not help I hate speaking in front of the class.

"Here" I said while lifting my hand up.

He looked at me for only a few seconds before he marked the clipboard.

"As you know being a new student can be tough in college of course, but here we don't judge anyone. It is are policy to make sure that every student feels welcomed and if anyone needs help or anything in general you can come to me or any of the other professors.

started to walk towards the board. He was writing something called red rum on the board. Along with that word, he wrote many more words on the board and told us to make a sentence out of it and see if we are right.

Class went by as fast as I could daydream of summer and so far I could only make out two words Murder and Day. There is the word two or to but does it mean Today? So the full sentence is There will be a murder some day. Well, ain't that exciting to here. I wonder who it will be this year. I remember last year it was that preppy bitch who always got what she wanted. Her name was Mika Smith nicknamed the bitch. Now, why do I call her such a cruel name, because she used to take everyone's boyfriend and girlfriends. She died a painful death; hanging up on the flag pole, with bar wire all wrapped around her. Some say it was murder while others say it was suicide. But why would she commit suicide if her life was perfect?

"Who do you think it is going to be this year Eileen?" I heard a girl sitting behind me say.

"I have no clue, but I have been doing some research online and they say every year someone dies at this school. It has been all over the news for the past couple of days. My dad thinks it's going to be a new kid.

She had the life that every girl wanted in this school.