"You were meant to be watching him!" the schoolteacher yelled at me, giving me a mini heart-attack for a second.
It's Tuesday, and we're here on the gymnasium with Coach Janet for our Physical Education lesson.
I immediately got back on my senses and tried to look a little more like observant and focused.
"My apologies, sorry" I replied, scratching my nape. Feeling tensed all over my body, beads of sweat started to form on my forehead.
"Monitor your partner's progress" she exclaimed and stepped backwards. I just simply nod while frantically figuring out what should I really need to do. I look at the checklist the schoolteacher gave us earlier and instantly marked the boxes which should be accomplished without taking a look at my supposed to be partner.
15 pushups, Checked
10 sets of jumping-jacks, Checked
25 sit-ups, Checked
Still alive and breathing within 10 minutes
Is this really the right list? But still, checkedI was in the middle of checking when the schoolteacher pats my back making me have a mini heart-attack once again.
"Y-yes?" I took a look and she was all red looking at me, with visible steam coming out of her nostrils. She looks outraged.
"Are you really monitoring?"
I was about to show her my checklist but then I realized I wasn't really paying attention on my partner and just only checks everything on the catalog. I don't even know if my partner really did 15 pushups, 25 sit-ups, or even stayed alive and breathing until now. I look at him and there he is, passed out on the ground making me slam my hands to my forehead. Oh shit.
I faced my schoolteacher and now long, black, and dark tentacles started to circle around her making me take a step backward away from her.
No...
Not this time...I swallowed the slump on my throat and got rid of the beads of sweat on my forehead.
A large number of footsteps stopped on synchronizing, filling the gymnasium with a very loud silence. Everyone stopped on what they are doing and are now looking at us. I scratched the back of my neck trying to make a laugh on this situation.
Even though I hate it, I had the urge to look at everybody. I saw a variety of different expressions, some looked curious, some angry, and some looks at the scene as if it was so pitiful. But what stood out the most, is that the gymnasium is not just filled with different looks and faces but also with dark, floating and long black rays of tentacles...
The whole room is filled with dark and different shades of black hue, circling all the students. Every student has its own dark hue circling around them. Every student has their own distinct hue, some are circling just right above their head, some tightly covering their arms, some are small and just hugging their chests, and some completely covers them as a whole. The sight was really horrifying. My stomach feels like thousands of butterflies circling inside.
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Aspen and the All the Dark-Shadows
Fantasy"My mother always told me that I could see other people's 'colors' I don't believe her though... Because all I can see was Dark Shadows" -Aspen Day Collins *** ©fragilebrokenfeels stories