Hexagone Alternate Ending

I remember the first day I walked into my kindergarten class, I clenched my mother’s hand with all my might to prevent her from letting go. The kids around me, whom I supposed were my classmates, had long let go of their mother’s had and were playing together, and even as a five year old, at that point I felt like an outsider. I pleaded my mom to not leave but my attempts failed as I found myself alone yet surrounded by complete strangers. As I stood in the center of the room while pushing back my tears and eyeing my mother make her way out the door, I heard the teacher call my name. I timidly walked towards the spot on the yellow carpet she was signaling at for me to sit on. I heard Mrs. Ross’s soothing voice but no matter how much I concentrated

Her spring break was over and she had to return to Ohio, so it was a goodbye, today. Turning to my parents, I told them I was going out for a walk and they simply nodded their heads, before heading back inside.

The bell rang louder than ever and that meant we had to transition back to homeroom. All of the students huddled into the door frame and pushed and shoved out of the classroom. Me being the smart child just stepped aside and let the stampede pass. When I entered Ms.Erskine’s class, I saw an unfamiliar face sitting next to my other friend Fatim. Fatim and Nevaeh were sitting at the desk chatting away like they were previous best friends. I slowly walked into the classroom confused

Hex was gazing at himself through the faded glass of his mirror, not so much as admiring himself as much as acknowledging his own existence. The last fight had left some permanent reminders on his skin, little jagged scars that ran down his arms and chest. They soon faded away from memory as the behemoth turned from his reflection and began to pace about his room once again. He just couldn't relax, something not helped by many factors. The first and foremost was he just couldn't get off by himself anymore. h

This has to be the strangest day I ever had, as I arrive to Rutherford High School to look for my friends, my mouth gapes open when I saw no one in the building. I stand still, bewildered a million thoughts were running in my mind. “Is it Saturday, no it's Tuesday,” I say to myself as I glance at my phone. Its 7:30 am. Where is everyone? I look to see if I had any texts from my friends when I realize I have no signal. I stand there puzzled as I hear the soft crunch of boots on the dry fall leaves, footsteps coming closer and slower each time. The person, walking gave out a screech every few seconds, a sound so vicious and menacing that echoed through out the empty street. I turn around to see who made that noise. My heart pounded like a jackhammer

I just got done with an excellent day of painting in Mrs.Boe’s art class and as i was walking down the halls i think to myself oh no my next i have the dreaded Mrs.Berntson’s torture filled class. Once i turn the corner coming up from the stairs i see a big rope of snot shoot from out Mrs.Berstsons class room and rope some kid named Tavion in. As i slowly inch closer to her classroom i can hear Tavion screaming. Now i'm at her closed door and i’m going to try to slowly open it and see if i can sneak in without her hearing or seeing me.

When I was in first grade, there was a long delay for my father to pick me up from school. I was in the principal’s office, very annoyed that I was missing an activity with gummy bears and being able to consume them later. I was confused, why was I called into the office? Was I in trouble? Did I forget something? My mind was racing with a thousand thoughts per second, while I waited impatiently twiddling my thumbs on the black leather chair. When I heard the faint footsteps approach the front office door, I saw my father with a solemn look and went straight to the principal’s lair. His usual demeanor was missing and I sensed trouble amuck when he didn’t beam at me with his happy smile. My eyes were glued to the door, hoping that

Seeing my best friend lying still in coffin was a dose of unwanted reality. I broke down sobbing at the sight. Three months after that and I started to get back into my daily routine. However, Tori’s presence at my side was something constantly missing. Missing Tori was a dull ache that never really went away. I didn’t know that Tori’s presence would soon be making a reappearance. My phone alarm rung on a Wednesday and pulled me away from my thoughts. I had five minutes to leave the house and head to school or I’d be late. I quickly shoved my red doc martens on my feet and headed to school. Tori used to go to the same highschool as me and being there without her was difficult. At least the new kid in history class seemed cool I thought to myself. I got to school right before the bell rings and I had to rush to my first class. I walked into my history class and plopped down into an empty seat. The new kid was seated at my right side. He was attractive with his dark hair falling into his eyes and the constant aloof expression on his face. I was intrigued by him and the air of mystery around him. No one knew where he came from. He just had transferred recently and he wasn’t very

“Yeah, but it is the most important part. Get back to work.” I retorted. I opened my terminal application and and applied a secondary security measure to the backup battery. This should hold them out for a few minutes. Now, I should wait until offense shuts down their electrical grid. All of a sudden, my computer monitor shut off. A few seconds later, the lights went out for a second time. The backup battery failed. There was a sense of panic in the room. Everything froze and became quiet for a golden three seconds. Then, chaos started. People started to run for the door. Explosions. Twenty people lie on the floor. I spotted an opening in the rubble about one foot in diameter. It’s a little small, but it will have to do. It’s now or never I thought. “Come on Andre, let’s go,” I exclaimed. No response. I looked back at the desk right next to mine. The one desk that has always been next to my desk. The picture of two elderly figures on the top right of the desk. A rubber band ball with a radius of about three inches. A computer monitor littered with sticky notes; all different colors. A cup of fifty paper clips on the far

“Hey, is everything okay in here?” I ask as I knock, but receive no response other than muffled cries. Poking my head into the room, I switch on the lights. Scanning the room, I notice someone buried under their sheets on the twin bed to the right. I realize that we’re not alone; a head counselor is in the back grading my performance. Her presence immediately makes me ten times more nervous. As I redirect my attention back the unknown

I see Janice walking towards the back corner of the classroom, without reservation, away from the rest of the children in our class. I listen to my teacher's monotonous lecture. His voice sounds so boirng and mono, that his voice begins fade, and my eyes slowly become blurry and I fall asleep. I hear a loud smack sound near my desk. I raise up my head, my eyes looking like I am looking at the sun, and I see my teacher staring icily at me.

At the end of the first semester of the second grade my family moved to Dallas. I was excited about the move, I would be closer to family members I have not seen in awhile. On the other hand I would miss my class and I just got promoted to a third grade speller and reader. I hoped that at my new school I would also be a grade ahead in writing. After winter break my family moved into our new home, it was finally time to enroll in my new school. My first impression of the school building was, “It is old”. The interior was worse than the exterior. “It kind of looks like a prison”,I remember telling my mother,she nodded her head disapprovingly. My mother accompanied me to my new classroom to meet my teacher. She stood about five feet two inches, her hair was a honey blonde shade,it almost matched her skin tone. You could tell how full her hair was by how it expanded in the sleek back ponytail. I remember her outfit. The neutral color scheme, her patch work skirt of light shades of brown and ivory with a suede blazer to match.She wore chestnut colored riding boots and the only accessory she wore were diamond stud earrings. “Hi, my name is Ms.Sergeant”, my new teacher said with a warm smile as she extended her hand to my mother then to me. That is the only pleasant memory I have of Ms.Sergeant.

During class I ask to be excused, Mrs. Hammonds give me the hall pass, as I make my way into one of the two stalls. Closing the door, all over the walls and door are bad things written about me. Black sharpie written into that wooden door, “Call Ally for a good time” with a fake number underneath, I quickly rush out of the stall returning to class. My heart was racing, trying to keep my composure till the end of school. Later that evening, I told my mom what I found

I had finally arrived at the trees. Fresh, bright red apples speckled every tree. There must have been millions of them. I ran to the shortest tree. I was 12, so I was pretty short. The wind blew my long brown hair around my face. I grabbed the reddest apple on the tree and took a bite. It was the best, juiciest apple I had ever eaten. I picked all the apples I could fit in my basket and a few more for the walk home. My feet were tired and I wasn 't expected to be home for some time, so I decided to take a break. I pulled out my favorite book and read for at least half an hour. Then, out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure staring at me. “Hello?” I said. The figure was gone. I stood up, brushed off my dress, and walked to the tree. I looked around it but the thing was gone. I thought it was just my imagination. I sat back down but this time, more aware. After 10 minutes, I heard heavy breathing. I turned around. Behind the tree that was behind me, was the figure again. It had orange eyes and teeth that looked like fangs. The black shadowy thing towered 7

It was a cold winter, my polished Prada shoes strode through the puddles created by the heavy raindrops, and my warm Gucci fur coat tried to keep the chilly wind away. There was the world famous ‘make a change’ military school standing in front of me, staring as it coldly welcomed me. A lady with a face full of freckles as red as her face stood in front, dressed in a dark jacket like a wild, black cat waiting for a mouse to arrive. Looking around, I took my very last breath of freedom and followed closely behind her. Just as we stepped inside, a staunch man dressed in green, with posture like a statue greeted us. ‘My nightmare has just begun’ I thought as I sighed heavily. I trailed after the lady, noticing teenagers who resembled real life robots hovering around. She lead me to my room, then abandoned me there with a stern gaze. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, which reflected a cheeky childish boy (who lacks manners) staring back at me. The running water dripped down me and ran down the drain as I showered, as if it was washing away my past, showing me that I was