Personal Narrative Fiction

All around me lie evidence of the day that was long, but forgotten. Family paintings hung lovingly on the pale cream walls, random knickknack rested just above the unlit fire place. It seemed for all tents and purposes the family would walk through the door ready to greet their guest, but they would never come through the door. At lest never again.

I breathed in the air it smelled horrible, like goat fur and mints. I stared in the room. It seemed nothing had moved from back then. Slowly I moved across the room and glanced at my work sheet.

Not one answer as filled in, unless you count the name line. Then I heard the soft thump of high heels hitting hard rock. Almost immediately I knew who it was. "Tracy, Tracy York, let me see your paper."

Her rusty brown hair tired up in its normal high bun, shadows played tricks under her jagged jaw, her cooled dead hazel eyes just added to the effect of death and a months detention for sitting in the wrong set . I didn't even have time to raze my hand it to her, before it was rudely ripped out of my hand. Making a burning sensation on the tips of my fingers.

"Ms. Bor I'm not done yet." I screeched. But to no avail she just stared down at the paper that she gave me. She turned it over and ran her long pointed fingernails down the paper. As she inspected every single one of the unanswered questions.

"Tracy, this needs to be down and completed, by approximately two o'three. It is getting near Finals, everyone can make an improvement on their grade. Even yours," Ms. Bor whispered tiredly," get to it!"

With that she handed me back my paper and turned on her heels to leave. Soon I could hear the small thumps retreat from connecting hallway.

"You're an ENGLISH teacher! Not a HISTORY teacher!!!!" I yelled jumping up and down for no apparent reason. I let out a humph, she had no right to give us a history assignment. She was an English teacher! Mr.Hinds, the true history teacher, even wrote in black permanent marker "You don't have to do Ms.Bor's assignment" and taped it to his door both on the inside and outside. So it was the first thing you saw as you came in, and the last thing you saw as you

Then I started out of the small room, and into the long cavaness hallways. Dust spread about the hallways, allowing me to see the few footsteps of all who walked past.'Don't think they have been cleaned by the workers yet.' I joked to myself as I thought of what Ms.Bor ranted about. How the owner took care of everything, because this place was and I quote "Their