A Hope For Survival

The Bell

School was the most boring part of my day, I never took it seriously. Yet somehow I had managed to maintain good grades. My mother always said that I was blessed with her intelligence and that my sister got her looks. I felt my eye twitching, I was exhausted from last night. I stayed up all night texting my friend Hannah about our drama work. Now that I look at her she doesn't seem so good herself. She has her hair in a messy bun, bags under her eyes and is of course as always, laying on her table not paying attention.

My drama teacher was making us do course work which for anyone who has studied drama knows that it isn't the easiest thing to do. I felt a tap on my shoulder, it was my teacher bringing me back into reality. I gave her a coy smile and she gave one back, she never liked doing coursework either.

"I have a job for you, go take this to the nurses office and I may consider doing some practical work at the end of the lesson."

I could practically feel everyone's eyes looking at me as if saying that they'll kill me if I don't do what she says. I grabbed the folder in her hand and made my way out the door, taking one last loook at my class and at Hannah who had now fallen asleep on her desk.

I made my way into the empty hallways of our school and felt relieved that I wasn't in class. I looked at the folder that my teacher had given me. I started thinking about what may be inside, but I wasn't the sort of person to snoop through people's things so I contained my curiosity and proceeded to the nurses office.

I knocked on the door, no answer. It felt strange, the nurse should be in her office but she wasn't answering. I peered through the small glass thats in the door. I didn't look like she was there. I entered cautiously in case she was in there. I just needed to put the folder on her desk and get back before the bell rings.

I make my way to her desk preparing to leave the folder. When I spot something out of place. It was a trail of something wet, going from the front of the desk towards behind the desk. The room was covered with carpet so I couldn't exactly distinguish what the substance could be. It was then that I started to take note of the stench that was in the room. It smelled of death. I hold my nose and investigate further, knowing that this trail could have only met one thing. I had to know if there was a body behind the desk. The desk was too long to see behind so I needed to go around. I clenched my hand in fear, feeling the adrenaline rush through me as I held my nose with my other hand. I step slowly.

I was afraid to find a body behind the desk but was glad that there was nothing there. I would've been more scared if it weren't for the bell ringing. That was my call to run back to class and maybe inform my teacher about what's in the office. With that thought in mind, I bolted towards my classroom.