Precision

Chapter One

The Beginning

I looked around the small gray room and to beside me where sat the ever so faithful Avae.  She looked over at me and gave a toothy grin. The sun streamed through the large windows, only raising our spirits.  Today was the day that we third graders were taking a field trip to a children's science museum.  It was rumored to have everything from five stories filled with flight simulators to small motor bikes which acted like bumper cars.  So far, that day was wonderful and only getting better.  Little did we know that our lives were about to change forever.

        "Alright, we still have over an hour before our trip, so let's make the most of it and knock some homework out of the way," Mrs. Fredrick, our teacher announced cheerfully. The kids in room 609 groaned.

        "Oh, you all get the rest of the day to have fun, a little work won't kill you," She said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. It turns out that she couldn't be more wrong.

        "Yes it will!" A boy in the far left corner yelled and the class broke into giggles.

        "Okay now, settle down, open to page 369. Today's lesson will be o-" Mrs. Fredrick started, but then came the one thing ruined our perfect day.  Thunderous pounding cut her off, accompanied by groans.  Demonic groans, a sound no healthy human could utter, not even if by accident.  We look towards Mrs. Fredrick in hope of reassurance, maybe just Oh, never mind that, it’s just the science teacher’s latest dissection victim gurgling its last breath, or another one of her famous crude jokes.  No such luck.

        "Um… it's okay, it was probably just the vents.  Like I said before, open up to page 369,” said Mrs. Fredrick.  No one moved.  I glanced over at Avae and she did the same.  Today was not the day to be ruined, but fate is cruel.

        “I said, open up your text books!” she said again, now on her last nerve.  We did, but kept looking over at the window on the door.  She began talking about double digit division, but I didn’t listen.  The groans were closer. 

        “Ayana!” she said sharply.  I looked up.  “I asked you what the answer to problem five was.”

        “Oh… uh,” I looked at the textbook.  “Seventy-five divided by three equals… uh, is it twenty-four… no wait, twenty-five?” The class giggled, even though they their selves were distracted.  I could feel the warmth creeping up my face. 

        Suddenly we heard a bang on the other side of our wall and jumped, all except Mrs. Fredrick.

        "Is anyone paying attention whatsoever?” Our only reaction was looking up at her like she was speaking a foreign language.  “Fine then.  I’ll see what’s going on at the office.  Hopefully then you will calm down.” She picked up the phone and called the office, but no one answered.  Then she tried the radio that teachers carried in case of emergency, and the most terrifying thing happened.

        “Oh, thank god he didn’t get to you yet!  You have to run, get those kids out of there!  I- ah- AH- ARG…!” and sounds of something being torn apart followed.  We were shaken at the thought at what could had happened.

        Next she proceeded to calling the classroom closest to the office.  A woman answered, panicked.

        “We had to b-barricade the doors… it tried to come in… I think it was a monster…” Her breaths came in short gasps.  “I told the kids to climb out the window when you called… I think they all made it out.”  My teacher told her to calm down and get out of there.