"Welcome class, I'm your teacher, Ms. Holland."
I've been in Ms. Holland's 8th grade history class for only 4 days, but I knew something was off. The screaming wouldn't stop. Whenever I would enter the classroom, a screaming sound would be coming from somewhere in the back. No matter what I did, I couldn't ignore it.
"Ms. Ashworth, pay attention to the lesson!" She snapped at me. Kids around the room stared at me like I was about to be murdered. Honestly, I had gotten used to it. I was always the one weird kid, zoning out of every lesson. How was it that no one else had ever mentioned the screaming? It couldn't just be in my head.
The halls flooded when the bell rung. Usually I would be rushing off to lunch right around now, but the screaming noise was calling me deeper and deeper. Occasionally it would sound like it was saying my name. But, that couldn't be, right? Ms. Holland was distracted, yelling at some kids running down the hallway, so I snuck off to the back of the room where. Nothing. My fingers traced across the walls, looking for some sort of clue, any kind of clue. I step closer, and pain jabs into my foot. I look down, and see that I had stepped on a nail. Weird, isn't it. I decide to stop my investigation and go to nurse, but as I stand up, Ms. Holland is standing right behind me. Her mouth was drawn back into a smile, showing off her sharp teeth. Her eyes were vicious, I could almost feel them digging into me. She was so close to me that I felt like I was choking. My eyes were tearing, but I could make out a metal object in her hand.. Something sharp. Fear stopped me from moving, thinking, screaming. Something forceful pushes me, the next thing I know I'm in a dark, cold room. Alone.
I start screaming, for anyone, anything. My vocal chords are straining in my neck. It hurts like hell, even more than the nail in my foot or the handcuffs digging into my wrists. That's when I hear it. The bell.
"Welcome class, I'm your teacher, Ms. Holland."
