Creepypastas

Film Class

          Jogging down the hall was one thing, but bumping into other people as you do so just comes off as rude, and a lot of people displayed this particular array of emotions as they yelled curses at him, and raised particularly offensive fingers in his general direction. The runner ignored these complaints as best as he could, which was an easy task considering the lack of care that he felt toward those who were unhappy with his rush.

Not the first time this has happened either. He had started to make it an unfortunate habit to be late to class.

Thankfully he only had to endure the brief annoyances that he caused for a short time, since his class door wasn’t too far down the hallway. Though the unfortunate part that came gift wrapped with that pleasure, happened to be that the door came right in along side where the Instructor usually stood. Matter of fact, it was right behind him. This wasn’t a major problem by any means, but it didn’t save his dignity.

He stopped in front of the door, smoothed out his ruffled hair, and opened the door, as silently as possible, and closed the door just as quietly and just as carefully. The first thing he noticed upon stepping inside was the Instructor. A balding, and rather thin man who sounded as monotone as single drum, but yet he still seemed to maintain a youthfulness about what he taught, and the love he felt for it showed in each of his classes.

The class room had already filled up. It wasn’t Nathans fault that he was late. Every now and then, the cars passing through the campus’s roads made up for a significant amount of traffic, making it hard for him to get from one side to the other on some days. Today happened to be one of those days.

            “Glad you could join us.” The Instructor said as he turned from to podium to face the late arrival. “Traffic again, or did you just find something better to do?”

            There was a short wave of laughter through the class. “Um, yeah…” Nathan replied, not having anything else to say, but he tried to say something that might pass as funny. “I couldn’t think of anything better to do than come to this class.” He took a short pause before realizing that what he said had probably come off as sarcastic. “And I mean that.”

            “Well, I know you’re not being truthful right off the bat. You see, we all have something better to do, but it just so happens that those of you taking this class really enjoy learning.”

            “And I do!” Nathan said, still trying to sound as though he wasn’t being sarcastic, but realizing just how badly he was failing at doing so. “I mean, I actually do though.”

            The Instructor shook his head in a mocking way and pointed to Nathans seat in a dramatic way. “Any more questions, or friendly things you would like to say before we get started?”

            “No… but I will try harder to get here on time!”

            “Well, please do try and remedy that. We only have a few more classes until finals, the least you can do is act like it’s urgent.” The Instructor continued to stare until he finally sighed, “Alright, go take your seat and prepare for the film.”

Nathan walked up the stares of the lecture hall and found his seat at the top row. His friend, Lizzie, had a smile on her face as he approached. Lizzie was possibly a year or two older than he was. She seemed to have a love for the art of filming, but not so much that she would become a director. Her smile had always been something he looked forward to in class. He had so few friends anymore on campus that he had begun to feel lonely in his trouble making way. “Worried you wouldn’t make it.” She whispered as to not disrupt the Instructor further. “I’ve been looking forward to this class all week.”