Sarah loves her house but it's not perfect.Whenever she goes in the basement she always feels watched.She always wonders:Who's there?Is it all in her head?What's going on?All of her questions are answered with 13 murder cases.One that she is very fa...
"Claire hurry up you're going to be late!"My mom yelled from the car."Comiiinnnggg!"I echoed.I slipped into my all black converse,stuffed my iPhone X in my bag and pulled my hair into an oddly perfect messy bun.As I walked out the door,I took a few seconds to admire my beautiful three-story house with a welcoming oak front door.My dad was a lawyer and my mom was a professional swimmer so it's safe to say we don't worry about money.I opened the door to my mom's BMW and swiftly slid inside.I slammed the door and my mom hit the gas.As always,I was running a little late to class.....ok fine maybe 20 minutes late BUT I can always buy my homeroom teacher a fruit basket or something and they'll forgive me.
I arrive to school and of course as soon as I walk through the classroom doors I realize.....that there's a substitute.Sure everyone says substitutes are cool and they let you off the hook.....but that is the polar OPPOSITE of this bish.You sneeze too loud,she screams.You whisper to your friend if you could borrow pencil,she screeches.But the worst of all is when you're late.She screeches,screams and sometimes even slams a ruler on the table.But.....to add to this Satan of a teacher....she's German.No,she doesn't teach in German but when she gets mad all hell breaks loose.You can't even understand what she's saying.I walk in the door and sit in my seat."Shit"My water bottle falls out of my backpack and slams to the floor with a metal CLANG.
Mrs.Teufelsmonster's head snaps around and stares at me as I turn bright red and try to smile at her. But,I just end up looking like I need mental help.She stops blinking or breathing ,I'm not really sure.Either way,she dedicates her whole lesson to stare at me.As I stare at the board and try to dismiss the fact that she's not blinking........the reckoning begins."DU LÜSTST BRAT! SEIN SPÄT IST SO UNRICHTIG, WIE DU DIR!"She screeches.Everyone stares at me with pity.Mrs.ScReeCH (That's what everyone in my school calls her)sends me dirty looks throughout the rest of the class period.The bell rings and I BOLT out the door and head to Wellness.I survive that and then I head to theater which was absolutely boring.......nothing but Romeo and Juliet.....WHO CARES?
Surprisingly,I make it to lunch without slapping someone upside the head with a chair(Or someone slapping me upside the head with a chair).Just as I'm about to grab my garbage burger the intercom beeps.
I hear the sound of papers rustling through the speakers and then I hear the principal's low voice saying"Lockdown....Repeat this is a lockdown......All students must proceed to a safe room immediately".I head to the AVID room since it's the closest and I sit in the corner.I keep reminding myself that it's just a drill to ensure the school's safety.But,something's off about this drill.The school always plans it to where it's not disturbing the whole schedule of the school.So why would they call a drill during lunch?SERIOUSLY?!Lunch is currently the only class I'm passing AND IT'S NOT EVEN A CLASS.
I see other students file in the classroom until it's packed.Then Mr.Wilson locks the door with obvious worry on his face.I hear mumbles across the class.Everyone was talking about a murder case.But how?We live in the smallest town in the U.S and literally EVERYONE goes to church.....even the mayor.Probably just some high school rumors as always.This goes on for about 3 hours until the school bell rings.WTH?This is a prank right?Why would the school keep us locked in here for 3 hours?Yeah this is definitely NOT a drill.Oh mah goid someone literally just farted.Yep thatttt'sss a fart.I'm dying it smells so bad....uugggghhhhh just unlock the doors already.I look around to try and find the culprit of this bomb and I see idiotic Reggie laughing.I can't believe him.....THAT'S IT I'M SUING EVERYONE IN THIS EFFIN ROOM.Just as I start to walk toward Reggie and his gang of druggies......Mr.Wilson unlocks the door and I run outside towards fresh air to my mom's Mercedes.
Later that day I find out why we had a lockdown........and.......i......can't..............breathe.
So that's the first chapter of my first book! Honestly it took me a week to write all this.......so I hope you like it my fellow introverts!
About the German teacher.......it's not a stereotype.I have a 75% German family and they get pretty loud sooooo it's all good peeps.(The teacher's name and what she yells at Claire is REAL german so translate it if you'd like!)
Tell me if you like this style of story or how I should change it...........and thanks for reading doodz!
(Also should I add a chapter every week or month?Lemme know!)
Ok I'm gonna go stress about school BYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Oh and also I don't like to cuss but that's this character's attitude sooooo don't be a baby about it ;)
