Chance

1

I've been sitting in this class for an hour, and literally nothing has happened, except for that one speck of dust that flew across my face. That was the most interesting thing worth thinking about. Right now, in class we are supposed to be doing work, but it only took me the first few minutes of class to get it done... Without rushing. My teacher knows I'm smart... But then again.... She evidentially she thinks that I am wasting her time-

"Landais! Can you PLEASE answer the question?" She snarled, like all evil teachers did, while looking at me. I glanced around the room, and saw my friends, and enemies alike looking at me too.

"I'm sorry, What was the question?" I asked

My teacher's brow furrowed. "What is a prepositional phrase? Ms. Haflinger. If you fail to answer the question within the next thirty seconds, you will have detention." She started watching the clock, so I quickly shot my answer at her.

"A prepositional phrase- easily enough, is a phrase with a preposition. An example is 'The Man Behind the Door'. if you wish for more examples, then watch 'Bones'." I smiled, being satisfied with my answer. My teacher looked like she would have sent me to the principal's office, until there was a loud, and sharp boom noise a few rooms away, which was later followed by a few screams.

Next thing I knew, the teacher and a few classmates bunched up all of the desks -as if that would work- at the back wall of the classroom as a sort-of-shield. A strangely clothed man walked into the room with a black scarf around his face, which made the only thing that was visible had been his black, beady eyes. All of a sudden, everything went a raven black.

Author's Note- (A/N) heyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!! This is my first story ever on the Internet!!!!!!! I really hope you like the beginning!!!!!!