Mr. Lewis' Power Zone

H E L P!

ndheart6002
Seriously, I'm about done with this class. It's about five minutes in. I have yet to hear anything interesting that he has to say; honestly, most of it is just a bunch of BS delivered straight from the sewers.

It's well-delivered BS, but BS all the same.

Mechanical pencils around the room clicked and textbook pages crinkled. My eyes were screwed in concentration at yet another frayer model caught in the midst of all of my type-like handwriting. My phone eventually caught my attention. I scrolled through Wattpad, completely detached from Mr. Lewis as he bellowed at Hailey. When he was done, I politely checked up on her, only to be given a monosyllabic answer and meek smile.

Emily's eyes were somewhere else. I followed her contorted face to the slightly rattling cabinet in the back of the room. She gestured her hand towards it.

An inaudible shiver ran up my spine. I was not one to care for much of anything, but that cabinet had the majority of my attention when the bell for the end of class sounded.

As I was about to get up, Mr. Lewis slammed his hand on Hailey's desk and screamed in fury. I rolled my eyes. He was such a nuisance sometimes, and it was hard to believe that he wasn't a naïve seventh grader himself.

After giving each of us blessed pupils deadly glares and cutting words, he finally stomped out of the classroom. A trail of tense air was left in his wake. Emily, Ashley, Hailey and I ducked under the desks to make sure he was gone. Everyone else filtered out of the classroom with downcast heads.

Emily pointed to the closet. "Something's in there," she whispered when the classroom door closed with a final thud.

I nodded my head while Hailey stared at it with a bewildered expression. I felt bad for her; if she was going to make it through the year, she had to learn to stand up against such a ruthless teacher. Not that Mr. Lewis was much of a challenge to beat anyway.

In a common sense battle, even the least wittiest person on the planet could slay him.

My hand wrapped around the greasy handle. Suddenly, I had the urge to run away.

"Damn. It's locked," I murmured after rattling it harshly. Hailey cast anxious eyes towards the class door when I said, "We can't stay here much longer. What are we going to do?"

"Wait a sec..." Emily paused, fear seeping into her voice. She peeled back an empty Frito bag that was taped the closet door, and each one of us sucked in a short breath.

We worked to hastily pull all the Frito bags away from the cabinet door. Blood was dripping down the glistening light wood and was spattered everywhere. I pinched my nose at the sharp stench. Ashley was gagging, and Hailey looked about ready to cry.

Once you see it, you can't unsee it. Much like Mr. Lewis.

In distorted lettering that was a mixture of scratch marks and blood, an ominous word was spelled.

H E L P.

FrostedNoodles
When the bell rang, there was silence in the classroom. As Keira and Mr. Lewis gave each other death stares, I surveyed my surroundings. Every seat in the classroom was occupied. Some people were looking at Mr. Lewis with apprehension, while others looked merely tired and bored.

After a moment of staring, Mr. Lewis finally looked at the rest of the class and shouted: "I DO NOT TOLERATE DISRESPECT!" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his closet- no, something in his closet- quivering. I squinted at the closet. It had a bunch of empty Fritos bags taped to its doors. What was going on in this room?