It was Monday. Same old routine like always right? Since I asked that question, it's quite obvious it's a "no". Today it was as if everything was staring at me. Boring into my soul. Why? Why now? Why me? What did I do? What is this? Just... why? I couldn't think of anything else, really. What was it that started making everything stare at me? There was a lot of questions, but no answers. At least not yet. There was only much hope in me an explanation would be presented before my eyes and ears. Even though I had the worst feeling of people staring at me wherever I went, I tried to ignore it and go about my daily life. Get ignored, sleep in classes, still ace all classes though, why do I even bother going here? At least that question can be answered. Because my mum has forced me too. To be honest, why is it such a need for people to go to school? Why can't we learn from the comfort of our homes? Then again, nothing is comfortable about my home. Not with my family there.
Anyways
Walking down the hallways seemed impossible for me. Out of all the people in this school, it seemed that I was the only interest of everyone. Since when was I so important? Never. And I'm not starting now. I'm comfortable being my lonely self and not being noticed. I run to my next class as fast as I can but something seemed off. It felt like... something was following me. Being stared at was one thing, but having the guess that someone was following me is even worse. I don't feel safe. I have to go to my class. Now. Maybe that'll stop the feeling. But then again, nothing probably ever will. My class starts. It's maths class and I am bored to death. I would sleep if being the most stared at thing in the classroom wasn't me. I close my eyes and slowly, everything starts to slowly fade. The lecture slowly became a bunch of mumbles and the class chatter became silent whispers. Everything went black and nothing could be heard. Finally. A bit of sleep. And then, I hear screaming slowly getting louder. There's screaming yet, no one's waking me up. Does that mean nothing life-threatening is happening? But why is there screaming then? I open my eyes to see that I am not in the classroom anymore. Instead, I was in some place full of panic. In a street? But how? I look around trying to find something, anything that could explain why I'm in the streets when I was in a maths classroom right before I fell asleep. I couldn't find anything until I saw my house. Right in front of me. Except it was a bit different. It was all torn down and moss was all over it. It was as if I jumped through time 50 years in the future and looked back at it. Why was my house in ruins? Why are people panicking? Why am I here? At this point the word "why" stopped sounding like a real word after how much I've used it. I run to my school. That was the last place I've remembered that I was in until I suddenly showed up here. I run and run as fast as I can thinking there would be an answer to this madness. I reach the school and gasped. I couldn't breathe anymore. Not after I saw what was there.
