Story prompt project

Story 1 - Horror/Forbidden romance - Chapter 3

They all made their way to a large hall with a long table. It was big enough to fit every one, but just barely. Miss Eaton set out a vast array of craft items, most of the students goofing off and trying to get her attention instead. It was clear they were only there for her.

The teacher was patient, making her way around the whole table, some students leaving when she had spoken to them. "Hello Ginger", she said as she approached the red head.

"Hello Miss Eaton", she smiled. "Can I talk to you about my room after please?".

"Oh", gasped the dark haired beauty. "Of course".

"I like what you've made", she said, pointing to Ginger's bohemian styled garland.

"Thank you. It's simple, but fun", she smiled, holding it up. "Did you make anything, or were you too busy?".

"No, I managed to draw a bit", she replied.

"Can I see?", asked the red head.

"Of course", she smiled, sitting in a now vacant space next to the girl and opening up her paper pad. "It's not finished", she said with a weak smile.

"It's lovely", gasped Ginger with a warm smile, looking up to the teacher.

"Thank you. I'm glad you seem to think so. I am a bit rusty though...I haven't drawn like that in a while, I uh....don't really have much time. Anyway, if you would like to discuss your room, meet me later outside of mine, as I have to start a new activities class now".

"Ok, I'll do that", nodded Ginger. "Thank you Miss Eaton".

"Ok. Take care", said the teacher as she began cleaning up the mess.

"Oh, Miss Eaton, I'll help you", cooed Madison and May.

"Ok, thank you girls".

"Suck ups", whispered Ginger under her breath as she walked outside, rain now beginning to pour down.

"Ok everyone, inside the large hall!", called out Ezra.

A ton of college students rushed past Ginger and in to the large hall.

"Ok, everyone, since it's raining, we're all going to play a game of dodge ball", called out the black haired man, his silver eyes glinting happily.

"Alright, split in to two teams", ordered Alyssa, the students separating in to equal groups.

They set up the equipment and faced each other on either side, ready to pelt one another. The tension could be cut with a knife; Mauve and Carter almost exploding with excitement to see which one of them would be the last one standing.

"Ready".

"Set".