Some Short Stories

The Monsters In Your Closet Aren't Real

"Monsters aren't found in the dark that surrounds one whenever the light from the sun goes down. They aren't found under your bed or in your closet, waiting for a time to make you scream after you'd fall asleep. They are found in everyday people. Like you or I."

The words fell from her lips before she could pretend that the teacher didn't actually call on her, and ask her to say something meaningful.

The entire class was looking at her, as if she had just told them she had a third nipple. A blush quickly covered her natural tan, and she put her head back on the desk. Where it belonged.

"Miss Emerald. I fear you might have to elaborate. Even if it makes you feel uncomfortable." She quickly adds.

A sigh escaped her lips, and it sounded kind of funny, considering her lips were pressed up against the desk.

She withheld a giggle. 'Only I would laugh at something so stupid.' She explained to herself, and looked at the teacher with a determined look in her Emerald (Ironically enough) eyes.

"I though you were supposed to prevent us from feeling uncomfortable at all costs." She challenged, only to be taken aback by the teachers response.

"And if taking tests makes a student so said 'uncomfortable' what then?"

She then slapped her head on the desk, trying to blank out what her teacher had just said, and how she proved Cassie should just keep her head down.

"The world is a cruel place Ms. Callah. And, here's the thing, there isn't just one person who is the 'bad guy' that social media determines that there is." Cassie looked up from her desk, and looked at her teacher pitifully. "The whole system is corrupt. And we outnumber them, we could fix it. All of it. We're just too afraid to do anything about it, because we want to be led, and not lead. "

Ms. Callah then coughed away her own discomfort, and waved at Cassie, "Maybe I should just let you sleep more often."