Miss Smith and I

Dazed, I lay there listening to my alarm clocks blunt monotonous drone. I lifted my hand above my head, feeling around for the button that would shut it off. After several seconds of fumbling around in the dark, I hit it.

I pulled the covers off my body and sat up. Through a foggy window, I could see the horizon, rimmed with dark blue and inky black above it. The sun would be up in an hour or so. I stood, opening a cupboard I found some fresh clothes grabbing a light blue polo shirt, striped with dark blue, a singlet, clean underwear, and a pair of long pants I made my way from my room, down the hall and into the bathroom where I had a quick shower and shave. I went down stairs and made myself some breakfast, bacon and eggs.

As seven o clock rolled around, I found my school bag, and removed several books, I didn’t have my physics class today so there was no point carrying around two extra note books, an experiment book, three manuals and graph paper, surmounting to about four kilograms of paper. After that, it felt much lighter, almost too light. A brainwave hit. My homework, it was still up in my room. Quickly I dashed up stairs, retrieving it from my desk, then shoving it into my bag, before making my way down to the garage where I kept my bike.

The air was cold outside, and it quickly numbed my face. My hands felt frozen to the handlebars. It didn’t last long however, school was just down the road, about a kilometre, and it was mostly downhill, it was the getting back home after a long day at school that I really didn’t like. I coasted into school, parked and locked my bike to the bicycle rack.

I made my way over to the other side of school, where the language classes were, hoping to get my English teacher to review the essay I had spent most of last night writing. I wanted to alter any mistakes before I needed to hand it in. it was quarter to eight, and school didn’t start for another hour, but some staff where already here, setting up for their various classes. I knew Miss Smith (my English teacher) was here, I had seen her car in the staff car park as I rode into school, so I jogged to her class, pulling my essay from my bag as I went.

I arrived at her class, the drapes were pulled, but the lights were on inside. I knocked on the door, and was given no reply. I knocked again, and still no answer. Carefully, I put my hand on the door handle, and twisted, pulling it outwards. I stepped inside, and immediately noticed Miss Smith in a swivel chair, with her back to me, listening to an mp3 player. I stepped closer, trying to make as much noise as possible, so as I wouldn’t startle her, but she didn’t hear me. As I neared her, I heard a faint moan, as she arched her back.