Running Behind

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
What if your nightmare really happened...but it was at school.

Submitted: October 28, 2016

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Submitted: October 28, 2016



I was running around the house scrambling desperately to get my things so I didn’t miss the bus. I grabbed my lunch box and ran out the door as fast as I could. The bus got there early that day, and I made it by a hair. I put on my headphones and turned my music all the way up. I knew this was going to be a rough day. When I eventually got to school I ran to the door and found my friend, Luke.

“Hey, man!” he yelled after me when I rushed a little bit passed him.

“Hey, sorry, been a… very long day.” I was out of breath.

“I know how you feel…”

“So…. We need to start working on that project.”

We had stopped walking in the hallway, and people were shoving us to get to class.

“What project?” Luke said, sounding scared.

“The one for science class, you forgot!?”

Luke grew paler than a white sheet, and the day grew longer. We were late to first hour, which (or luck) science. I ran into class and got to my seat just as the teacher, Mrs. Grove, was calling my name.

“Here!” I yelled in relief.

Mrs. Grove looked up and saw me, then said “Luke Azkaban?”

Good last name right. When she was done with attendance, she got out the science equipment (dissecting tools) and everyone groaned. Every year the 8th grade had to dissect grasshoppers. Every 8th-grade class every year hated it.

“Read the instructions carefully, and (she started passing out papers) make sure to use the right tools, so you stay safe from the germs inside the grasshopper.”

Let’s just cut to the chase, science was a disaster. When I walked out of the class I ran to the bathroom. I was going to be sick the entire day, and I had reading and language arts next. I wasn’t late to this class, in fact, I had all my stuff out on time. Mrs. Allen took attendance, and then pulled up a short story on the board. The story was called “The Lottery.” I had read the story before, and it isn’t very settling. Then we went over what it meant, what foreshadowing and irony were in there.

“What irony do you find in there?” the teacher asked.

I hadn’t even raised my hand, but she picked me. I wasn’t even paying attention to my surroundings.

“Uh…um if you win the lottery you expect money, but in the story, they are sacrificed,” I said not looking at her.

After here is where it all went wrong.

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