Sticks and Stones

Light

I walk into the classroom to see no teacher. I sit down in an open seat. Students are fighting, four students are betting on Beyblades next to me, and i'm pretty sure that someone is trying to glide out of the window with a cape made from a blanket. I put my head on my desk waiting for an adult to control the situation.

After about a minute the door opens, and everyone rushes to their seats. A woman with dark skin and light hair walks to the front of the class. She wore leggings and a dress that suits her body perfectly. She looked like the type of woman who would apologize and call you 'sugar' if you bump into her on the street.
"Don't act like you weren't doing anything wrong a moment ago. I saw you fighting, and I swear to god the person tryin' to fly using a blanket won't get far in my class." I look at the open window and see a ripped blanket attached to it with a scared classmate next to it.

"My name is Mrs. Morris and if anyone calls me by my first name trying to suck up to me, I will give you extra homework." She had us go row by row telling her our names and something about ourselves. There was a kid that said he liked to eat dirt in his spare time and the teacher slapped an answer key onto his desk. "Honey you need to study this answer key because you need all of the academic help you can get."

I love her already.

She told us a bit about how this school year was going to go. The bell rang and she covered her ears. "I swear the bell is so loud up here. By the end of the year i'm going to be deaf." Everyone nodded in agreement as we packed our bags and searched for our next class.

I managed to somehow be early for once and took a seat. I looked at everyone entering the classroom, looking for any familiar faces. Most girls are the average blond. Smooth skin, smooth brain. My eyes settle on someone who I have never seen before.
She had deep, silver colored hair, and wore a dark jacket. Her clothes looked worn out and were all rust colored. The strangest part of her outfit was a shiny, golden bracelet on her left wrist. It looked so familiar to something I have seen before. I thought hard about what it could be, but gave up.

The teacher walked into the room as soon as the bell rang and locked the door behind her. She said that late people will never do well in her class, and seeing as her class was one of the most important classes, they will fail at life.
I check the schedule to see what this important class was...
Poetry. Great.
The teacher pulled out a clipboard and started to call attendance. I have already decided that this class is a joke and zoned out. "Julia Summers?" I snap back to real life and looked around the classroom for my friend. I wait and see a hand rise with a shiny golden bracelet.
I stop and think, how was that the Jules I know and love? Maybe she went and had a makeover during the summer, or lost a bet? I then remembered about how people may change during alien abductions. With her pale skin, she shines during the night. Did they mistake her for the moon, or a really tiny star?!
"Ms. Mattson if you aren't going to pay attention to what I am saying, than you are going to the principal's office." Crap. I apologized and she just pointed to the now unlocked door. I saw four dozen pupils following my every step as I walked to the hall.

What is wrong with me?! Being sent to the principal's office on the first day of school. I stomp down the dark hallway, looking into the classroom windows. The hallway lights are turned off during classes, only to be turned on in between classes and lunch.
I look up to see a dim light, I subconsciously walk towards it. I suprisingly see that painting again. I look at the other paintings and see them in darkness. I lift the painting off of the wall and see a tunnel behind it.
My mind is split into two. Half of my brain is screaming at me to place it back and pray nobody saw, however the sound is dampened by curiosity.

I climb into the narrow tunnel and place the painting back behind me. I climb on my hands and knees, following a light at the end. I fall onto a hard surface, and look up. My eyes widen and I pull myself off of the concrete.

I see the room from the painting staring back at me.

Lol, to the few people who read this story, I hope you liked it. I thought that the school portion was going to be too boring so I spiced it up a bit :p. Love u all 💕. 864 words!