It was a hot summer day, and I was reading a book at my desk. I checked the clock, 3-2-1, the bell rang. Everyone jumped out of their seats and darted for the door. I take my time packing my thing. I get to my locker, the halls are empty. I suddenly hear a peculiar noise, kind of like a waterfall or a creek. I try to ignore the noise, but it grows louder. I can’t help but be curious. I follow the noise to the bathroom, when I get there, it stops. Silence. I hear foot-steps. I stop and swiftly turn around. Everything’s black.
I wake up rubbing my face, OW! My nose, my nose is broken. I’m in a dark, empty classroom. No one’s here. I’m alone. I stand up and walk towards the door just wanting to go home. When suddenly, I smell something, something like chemicals. It smells like it’s coming from the classroom next to mine. I turn towards the door connecting the two and open it slowly, hinges creaking. I step inside and see my science professor, Mr. Sanders, Kenan Sanders. He has big goggles on, covering his dark green eyes. His dark ones meet my bright grey ones. He smiles, teeth showing. I look at him in confusion, and ask “What’s the smell?” He just laughs and says “C’mere, I’ll show you.” I slowly walk over to him out of curiosity. He gives me a devious smile and starts rambling. My eyes try to follow his lips and understand what he saying. All I got was, “Poisonous”, “Deadly”, and “You”. Everything went black.
Blink, blink, blink. I wake up and everything’s dark. I try to move but nothing happens. I can’t move, I’m stuck. Suddenly, I see a light. Everything flashes, I can’t see. Everything is too bright. I see Mr. Sanders walk over to me holding some type of tray. He sets it down on the table next to me. There’s scissors, tweezers, all types of devices. My eyes grow wide. Mr. Sanders laughs an evil laugh. “You won’t feel a thing.” He says. He has a syringe in his hand, coming towards me. My heart rate increases, I scream. Loud, high-pitched, ear-piercing screech. Everything goes black.
Boom. I jump out of my bed, panting. “That was one crazy dream.” I say to myself.