Avery gets back to her dorm after a long day of studying in the library. Exhausted she flops onto her bed and rests for a few minutes. Realizing that she still has to check her grades, she grabs her laptop and logs into her grade book. Okay okay I have all Aâs thatâs good, she thinks. Wait! Whatâs that? She stares at her laptop in disbelief. âAn F?!â She says. Her blood boils as she grabs her bag and heads down to her English teachers classroom where luckily itâs office hours. She slows down once she gets close to the door. Sheâs about to turn the handle when she hears the sound of glass breaking, someone screaming, a loud thud, then crazy laughter. She gasps and opens the door hoping to help whoever mightâve gotten hurt. âProfessor! Is everything all right? I heard-â She stops when she sees whatâs going on in the room right in front of her. âP-professor?â She stutters. Before her she sees a broken vase on floor right next to the body of what looks like her Art professor Mr. Ross. Her English professor Mr. Green is holding what looks like a large trash bag. His eyes go wide and he sternly says âclose the door!â Avery closes the door and then puts her hand to her mouth and says âwhat happened to Mr. Ross?â Professor Green looks around quickly, âUh, oh him? Right uh... this vase uh accidentally fell on him.â She looks at his body, âIs he unconscious? He doesnât look like heâs breathing...â Professor Green glances down to the body and swiftly turns his body so that it covers the blood splatter that Avery hadnât noticed yet. âOh yes, he barely got hurt, you know Mr. Ross, heâs very uh panicky so he most likely just passed out from the shock. I will uh bring him to the nurses office when he wakes up just to make sure he doesnât uh have a concussion.â Avery sighs and calms down a bit, now feeling reassured that he is probably fine. âThat makes sense Professor, you had me worried for a minute.â Mr. Green chuckles nervously and looks around the room. âUh well sorry to waste your time,â Avery says, trying to get back on track to fix her grade âI noticed I had an F in your class, but I havenât missed any assignments...â âOh uh here how about this,â Professor Green says with a nervous craziness in his eyes. âUh how about if you donât tell anyone what you saw today I will raise your grade to an A+? Uh because uh Mr. Ross would probably be very uh embarrassed if people found out he passed out, oh my that would be embarrassing for him!â He nervously chuckles while looking Avery in the eyes. Avery thinks, wow from an F to an A+! This was the opportunity of a lifetime! And she wouldnât have to do anything either! âDeal professor!â She smiles as she shakes his hand, not noticing the blood stains on his hands as she lets go. She leaves his classroom competent oblivious to the real problem at hand.
Hi, nice to meet you, my name is Sunday, but you probably already know that. Do you like me? Everyone I meet either hates me or likes me... I canât say its my fault though! Pastors and religious familyâs love to use me as a day of rest, children hate me because its the day before school. I donât understand why I had to be the one named âThe end of weekâ when I am actually the beginning!! The end is Saturdays job! What? You donât like my complaining? Fine then, Iâll see you next week.
After five hours I was still shaking. My mother cried as I stared at the same spot at the wall, unresponsive. The blanket around my shoulders just wasnât warm enough. The coldness resembles the place I just escaped from. âItâs must be a mistake!...it has to be a mistake...â my mother repeats over and over as she rubs my shoulders. A mistake. I have a feeling death brought me to his home for a reason. I barely got out. I escaped the underworld. It was like falling in ice cold water, trying to swim out while drowning, succumbing to the darkness. When I opened my eyes, he, death, was staring into my soul. I scrambled to my feet to see that he had disappeared, leaving me in a city of pure darkness and despair. Souls lurking around every corner. I should be happy I made it out, but I canât shake the feeling that Iâm still there. I am. I am not. Words escape my mouth, I know what to say. âMother.â I half gasp half choke. âOh yes my daughter??!â My mother claims. Tears fall from my grey eyes, âI wasnât supposed to leave.â âI donât understandâ I feel the darkness in me. It pulls me. âHeâs here.â I shake trying to escape it. Itâs like trying to wake up while being sedated. I can feel my soul leaving my body. âHeâs taking me back!!â I scream in a fit. My mother sobs as I go limp, taken to the underworld once again.
Ring! The bell rings, fourth periods over! Yes! You are about to jump out of the door but you math teacher calls you over. Dang, what does he want now? You wonder. He gives you that scary, sly look that most teachers have these days. âYou got an F on your math quiz, please try Better next time.â âNo! No no no! I thought I did good!â You whine like a little puppy. He sighs, âNo you didnât. You can stay after school to redo it. You are excused.â You are mad. You are SO angry. You take a deep breath. You walk towards the door, but before leaving you spot something on a table by the door. You smile. A broom. Probably left by the janitor. Good. You pick it up, and walk back to your math teacher. âHey, what are you doing? Put the broom down kid. Why donât you go to your next class your going to be la-â He cut off. By you. You slam the broom onto his head. Over and over and over and over. You smile. Thereâs blood. Happiness. Then the bell rings. Oof youâll be late for class! After math you go to your next class, leaving your poor math teacher to rot.
âHey Iâm waking here!â I shout in a New York accent while walking out of the classroom door, trying not to be tripped by my good friend Jorden. I should probably tell you what happened before I get to the office. Hereâs what happened. I have the worst teacher ever. Her name is Ms. Backlsnarch. Yea I know, we all laughed too when we heard the name. Anyway so every morning she eats some rice pudding. Me, being the joker I am, had every kind of prank necessity there is. This morning she went out of the room to go pick up some printer paper, while she did I carefully put a lot of sleep medicine that I stole from my mom, into her pudding. I first had to have everyone else in the class silent do that she wouldnât hear the commotion before she can back inside. She can and and finished off the pudding and went out about a minute later. At that point everyone was almost dying of laughter. I stood up on a desk. âShhh! Everyone be quite! We donât want to wake her up.â I smirked and got off the chair. Her hair was crazy so I put a swim cap on it and started plucking her eyebrows with some tweezers, until she had literally none left. You can guess what happens next. She woke up, exploded, and I get the blame. Well I have to say, it was one of my best pranks yet!
When I first open my eyes I instantly know Iâm not where Iâm supposed to be. I open my eyes and look around the room some more. Iâm in... some sort of shack. Iâm on a bed and around me there Is a small table and a couch that is shredded. In the corner of my vision I see red. I look over and freeze. There are intense blood stains on the wall. Right next to the bed. How did I get here? Where am I? And what happened last night? The last thing in remember from last night was... nothing. I strain my brain, trying to find answers. Nothing. I do remember eating dinner though, I went out and ate at a restaurant with my friend. Did I get drunk? Iâm not hungover... I get up slowly and want to the door. I turn the handle, and itâs locked. Damn it! I start investing the room, to see if there is anything I can use. But I only end up finding 3 things... a glass milk bottle, a holy bible, and a bicycle tire. What...? Why would I find these in a shack!? I pick and the milk bottle, and the second I do I drop it, it shatters. I remember... something from last night. The milkman came, very later than usual. And gave me some milk. And it was on the wrong day too! A store that information for later, then I look at the Bible. I look closer and see that itâs pretty close to the copy that I have... or is it the one I have?? My head spins. I remember that too. I read it before bed... before hearing the noise... some broke into my house. My brain keeps making the connections, being the weakling I am I ran out the back door and got on my bike (I donât have a car) and ride as fast as I could and as far as I could. Of course my pursuer caught up to me. I remember falling, breaking my bike because of the momentum, and looking up to see someone put a weird rag on my mouth and nose. I blacked out. Now Iâm here. But how do I get out? I start the think, then I hear a noise. Keys. The door opens, a dark figure with a fast walks in. I start pleading, âNo, please-â but Iâm cut short by the bullet they put in my head.
âHi!â âWell hello my dearest. Nice to meet you in person.â Young Angelica looks up at her guardian. Looking skeptical she says, âWhere are your wings?â Her angel sighs. âIn the future, my daughter, things will become clear.â
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19 year old Angelica sits in her state prison cell. Sobbing, and questioning herself. She remembers her angel. âGuardian angel,â she softly whispers into nothing, âplease... I need you.â She looks up and in front of her is her angel is there. âI told you young one.â She whispers.
They were all gone. All of them, just like that.
Hold on, letâs rewind about 3 minutes.
Iâm walking downtown Washington DC. I look up and feel the heat of the sun in my face, such a warm feeling, and I start to wonder how it would feel to fly. âAmanda!â Kathrine, my best friend, comes over to me, âCome on you slowpoke! Stop daydreaming again!â She gives me a warm-silly smile. âIâm not daydreaming.â I pout, but itâs still hard to hold back a smile. âOh whatever, come on! Letâs catch up to the others!â She exclaims and grabs my hand. âThe othersâ are my brother Sam and some of our other friends. We run for a few seconds and catch up with them, and Kathrine and I end up laughing because she almost ran into Andrew. Nothing could ruin this perfect day. It was the perfect day for a view of the capitol city of the country. I close my eyes and start to think of how I wish everyday could be like this. Then thatâs when we start to hear it. At first it sounded like a huge truck driving by, then it sounded like an airplane, then it sounded like hundreds of them. Everyone stops and immediately looks up to the sky. âWhats going on?!â âWhatâs that noise!?â âIâm scaredâ âIt is 9/11 again!?â After some seconds of scanning the sky and hearing people making accusations, someone spots it. Itâs too far away to be sure of what it was. People then start making more weird theories that all seem too strange to be real, like âalien attackâ or âthe moons crashing into earth!â, until we hear someone say, âI think I know exactly what this is.â We all turn our heads to the person who said it. It was Mary, one of my brothers friends. She has an intense but controlled look on her face. I canât tell whether I should be scared or not because of it. She clears her throat. âGuys. Donât freak out, but I think that this is the North Korean missile we have all been waiting for. Weâre in Washington DC. Less than a mile away from the WHITE HOUSE.â Everyoneâs silent. Kathrine and I exchange confused and worried glances. A few seconds people scratches their heads and murmuring, then you hear the first person scream, âWERE ALL GONNA DIE! EVERYONE FREAKINâ RUN!â All I see then is the blurred image of everyone around me running, me running, and the noise. A few seconds later, the emergency sirens start blaring, almost as loud as the missile coming for us. All I can hear is a mix of screaming, sirens-all kinds of sirens, and the sky screaming at us. âAMANDA!â Kathrine? I turn around to see her running towards me from 30 feet away. âHEY!!â I yell. But no. You canât hear it. I can see it. The explosion in the near distance. The heat of death.
International Space Station #114 Year 2627
âYour honor, I understand that humans were the first intergalactic creatures to inhabit the planet, but as more and more higher life forms come to earth, it is hard to say that we are still the only life form who has control on the planet! Actually, new studies in AmericanĂŁ show that the earth habits 46% humans and 50% unworldly species and 4% mixed. I donât think that it would be fair to have humans control the earth when they they donât even inhabit half of the population! In the near distant future, I will assure you that most of the population will be in the mixed category. Please consider this, thank you.
When I was sixteen years old my neighbor had a crack head horse, that literally looked wack. One day I had enough of that horse and itâs strange way it acted so I got my horse gear and headed for my neighbors barn. After trying to not be trampled I got on the back of that horse and we rode off into the sunset.
