There is always that one person in class; the one no one really knows. They seem studious and sometimes way to focused on the class. They sit in the back of the room and keep up with all the notes. They put forth very little effort but still pass with an A. This quiet kid is unapproachable, he can be hostile towards the people who try and be nice. They maintain a smile on their face but it seems shallow. The smile sends a chill down my spine. No one dares to think about what happened to their childhood; nothing good could have happened to them. I see him in the lunch room with the same smile on his face. He picks at his food like every other student but he seems less likely to eat it. Even when I see him around the school that evil smile is on his face.
This kid isn’t alone we discovered the day he trapped us in our math class.
It all began when he started laughing. The teacher stopped talking and the whole room turned around. He sat there laughing and laughing; eyes gone wide and mouth open wide.
All of a sudden he stopped. He sat silently and stared right at the teacher. He slowly stood up from the chair; climbed up on the desk and started walking across the desk tops. He pulled a small gun out of his pocket. The whole room started to panic, we were all uneasy. As he walked, he said “Now, now, now…Let’s see who is in control now. As everyone panics, I remain calm. Everything will be fine, as long as you listen.”
He jumped from the desks on the last work and walked up to the white board. The teacher started towards the window, shaking and unable to grasp the window.
“STOP! You haven’t heard my rules yet. Why do you want to leave so quickly? You will have fun today,” he turned around and leaned on the board as he tapped the fun on the board. His speech was dripping with enjoyment.
He turned around quickly and started scrawling on the board:
Rules of my Classroom
1. My word is law
2. Decisions are important to life
3. You will decide your fate
4. Break my rules and your fate is decided
As he placed the marker down, the clang rang around the room. Many people started to panic but no one moved. He looked at everyone and started to smile again.
“Does everyone understand?” He asked as he spread his arms out ad paced the front of the room, gun grasped in his right hand.
“No questions? Good, now the first decision. Let’s pair up,” he said as he stood still in the center of the room, hands behind his back.
No one moved, he said pair up but my muscles wouldn’t allow me to. I stood still but let my eyes connect to my best friend’s. She moved closer as he boomed “Pair up!”
Everyone shifted around until they had a partner. “Good, now let’s play a game. I
want one person to grab a pencil, any pencil will do,” he paused to
watch everyone grab a pencil, “good, now if you didn’t get a pencil,
well I am sorry.”
Everyone started to panic. I had the pencil in my hand and my friend was looking at it. I took the pencil and hit it in my pocket. I wanted to know what was next.
“The game involves the act of murder. I know we are all good people,” laughing through his sentence, “But now it is time to decide, is your life better than theirs. Someone will die in the next few minutes in each group or I will kill you both,” he said with no thought.
I looked at the pencil and then back at my friend. I lunged at her at once. I decided then and there I wasn’t going to die today. I started stabbing that simple yellow pencil into her chest. She scratched me and pulled my hair. She tried to fight back but finally i got that yellow pencil into her chest. That last scream made me come back to reality.
He laughed at the front of the room. I looked around and there were bodies everywhere. One person from every group was left standing, many shaking yet I was fine. I was just covered with blood.
He was pleased with our actions and said “Good job, you are of a higher mind, a better person in all actuality. Being selfish doesn’t make you a bad person; it made you a living person in my classroom.”
Our teacher started to head back to the door. “Ah, ah, ah…..” we all hear as he starts towards the door. He pulls out a pencil from his pocket and caught her in the temple.
“We are down to 14 people; does anyone else want to leave?”
No one could move, but the one girl in the front who was crying. She rushed the door and he let her cling to the door.
He came up behind her and placed his hands on her back. He slowly lowered his hands on her waist and quietly said “Do you really want to leave after what happened to our teacher?”
She whimpered in reply and tried the door handle again. He just stood there holding her waist. His face was close to her ear and he continued to whisper in her ear. I could hear nothing of their conversation. She finally stood still. He lifted his hand to move the hair away from her ear and then followed the curve of her body as his hands fell. He slopped his hand back into his pocket.
I diverted my eyes before anything else happened. I heard a light thud and I peeked through my hair at the scene. He body was lying on the ground, blood pooling from her temple.
He walked back of the front of the room,
“Move the desks to the wall,” he demanded, gun now back in his hand in
his hand, pointing it at all of us. We all listened and moved quickly. As soon as every desk lined the walls, we gathered into the center.
“I want everyone to sit in a circle facing the inside,” he said with a mysterious tone.
We all moved silently into a circle. I was looking directly at one of the guys in my class. His face showed he wasn’t afraid but his eyes lied.
“Close your eyes,” I heard from behind me. “We are going to tell something about ourselves now. I mean a secret of a sort, something no one knows about you,” he said, his voice traveling around the room.
My eyes remained closed as someone started talking. “I have not secrets,” I hear from the other side of the circle. I knew something happened when I heard a grunt form the same place. I toned out the rest of the talk until it was near me. I got hit in the back; I guess it is my turn to talk, “I have thought of killing everyone before.”
He continued walking around. I toned out the rest of the secrets.
“Open your eyes,” spoken into my ear.
I look around and everyone else is dead, blood pooled everywhere.
The bell to change classes rings all around.
