The Night - Original Writing

I let out a big sigh and tried not to think about how stupid I would look on stage when I fell out of the turn and continued with class trying to distract myself from the worries. Another 45 minutes went by and class was over. She dismissed us and I walked to the front corner of the rectangular room to grab my sweatshirt that I had placed on the floor earlier that class. I then headed to the door and was about to exit the class when I heard a soft voice.

As she waffled away about her humanities class, everything froze. One second I’m in the classroom, the next, I’m gone. Imagine being pushed through a thin tube at the speed of light while flashing lights went everywhere and you get temporarily blinded. That was exactly how it felt.

After an awkward moment of silence, I began to walk towards the doors. "Now if you girls excuse me, I need to get to Vice Principal's office."

Rion calmed from his night terror easily, and he and Percival went back to sleep. When morning arrived, Rion shot out of bed with a grin, full of his typical energy. He had no memory of his tears and screaming the previous night, which was just as well; the boy deserved peace after all the heartache he had weathered.

Taking a moment to examine my surroundings, I looked to see who my classmates were. Students were scattered across the room in their own little

Once inside, the familiarity was instant. His mind began to piece together the layout of the floors, his memory coming to save him from sleeping on a bench all night. Dean knew where he was going. The hallways were long and well lit; a dark blue carpet muffled his steps as he trudged through the Residence Hall. His legs carried him up the stairs with ease, needing to hang onto the handrail only a couple of times. Finally, the door was within reach. His eye sight narrowed, restricting his focus to the door at the end of the corridor.

More students started drizzling into the empty halls, the voices getting louder. Hearing laughter throughout the halls as groups of students gathered in circles

As I gathered my brand new folder with a matching notebook and headed down the hallway towards room 330, I mentally prepared myself for what I thought would be the most horrific experience of my life. I paused in the doorway, took a big, deep breath, opened the door, and stepped inside of the classroom.

My evaluation of the room’s facility was interrupted by a BLASTING surprise. For example, there were 40 energetic students amid one substitute teacher: me. A few, but not all, of the students’ hormones, ran faster than a New York City freight train.

Gathering my courage, I stepped into the hall just as the elevator had tired of waiting and began to close its doors. Gowned, groaning fossils shambled by, appearing agitated to be anywhere that wasn't their own comfortable beds. I scooted around them, looking for the sign that denoted my grandfather's room.

Finally, I arrived at the little school where I would be taking classes. I pried open the enormous wooden door and ran inside before I could be attacked

As a result, when she dismissed the assembly, there was complete chaos in the hallways. Half of the ninth graders in the assembly did not know where to go.

I got up in front of the class and walked as quickly as possible to the door. I grasped the handle with my sweaty hands and pushed.

Valdez showed up and locked the heavy doors behind her. She announced that it was unfortunate we could not leave the school and that we will have to bear with them until the storm calmed down. Apparently there has been hurricane warnings spread throughout the state.

I walked into the schoolyard, already full of students chatting and bustling around, and into the school foyer.