Morning Mayhem: A Student's Race Against Time

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“Fuck me in the ass” you yelled. It was 7:14 am and that was the time your school bus came, so you frantically ran around your house trying to get ready for school. You threw on some clothes and tried to make your hair look as decent as possible, but you still looked like a washed up beach whale. you frantically ran around your house trying to get your things for school. You knew that if you were late to class again you would have night detention. Night detention was some type of cruel and unusual punishment created by the teachers. It forced students to come to school and stay from 6pm to 7:30pm. The whole idea of it made you groan. It was late November and you knew that sun went down at 4:30p.m. You ran out your house and grabbed your …show more content…

You put on a nice dress and cardigan before walking out your house. You Lived in an area where it wasn’t really cold. You walked out your house and got on your bike. It was dark and you rode through a sketchy area. It was bad enough to get kidnapped in broad daylight, but it was the fastest way to your school. The time was 5:40pm and you took your time enjoying the scenery of graffiti. To your luck there was nobody outside; this always made you happy because the people in this neighborhood were really intimidating, so you always tried to block them out from your head as you rode through. You were halfway down the street until you heard a scream from alleyway closest to you. Slowly and quietly you rode past trying to see what was happening. Your eyes widening at the sight in front of you. The scene of a man hovering over somebody’s limp body slowly tearing the person apart like a hungry wolf. The man or THING was was pale and skinny. You looked a little longer to notice the mans unusual hair color. “No” you whispered to yourself. The man had hair as orange a pumpkin. “Doyoung” you blurted out; you quickly covered your mouth knowing that your mistake could cost you your life. He looked up at you. Your eyes widened in shock and fear. You must be crazy you though to yourself. Right in front of you; your best friend stood covered in blood. His eyes were a deep red and his teeth had fangs. He slowly walked to you, but you hightailed your way to

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