Greenwich, Connecticut High School: A Short Story

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This chilling day began as all days did… with nothing out of the ordinary until the incident had occurred. All school days at Greenwich, Connecticut High School, had started with me not being able to get out of bed, but finding a way to pull myself together to look presentable, but something was different today than how it normally was. The wind that blew the colorful leaves and scattered naked branches, blew peculiar. The ground felt harder and raw as I walked to school unsure of what had changed from the time I had set foot outside the night before. As I gave up and believed it was most likely nothing, I decided to continue on with my walk, for I had better issues to worry about. My classes gradually went by, as I completely forgot about …show more content…

I for one had to travel a far distance to my locker and I knew I would not ever make it to my classroom in time as the school is a maze that I can never figure out. I strolled through the hallways greeting various people and yelling to others. The crowded hallways subsided until no one was left only for few kids struggling to run to their classes. As I approached my locker I imagined my combination as I turned the dial. A severed head was looking at me as it was placed in my locker the skin peeling off of the neck, while the blood oozed out from the bottom onto my papers beneath. I stepped back in disbelief at the fact as my heart raced, as I read the note on the head that wrote, You’re next! My body trembled, as I my hands covered my face, hoping that they could protect me from all the …show more content…

The footsteps radiated through the bathroom I immediately identified that the noise was the sound that I had previously hid from. Snuggling my face in my legs I waited for the latch to snap, which came from a nearby stall. I knew exactly what was happening and the lid slamming down on the ceramic toilet seat confirmed my assumptions. I could sense the despicable eyes watching me, picking apart the person I am, they were seeing right through my soul, my well

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