Morning
The one thing I hate the most is Monday mornings when my alarm goes off. I have to wake up at 6:00 AM because I live relatively far from my school. Not just that, my alarm is loud as all hell. My mom tends to come barging in and spreading the curtains like Moses. He rushes in and rushes out of my room. And today is a Monday. On schedule, my alarm starting screeching. I smacked my alarm six times before it stopped. I threw my blanket overhead and closed my eyes hoping I would fall back asleep. I waited for mom to charging in saying something like, "Frank, get your ass ready and to the kitchen table!" So I waited, and waited, and waited, and waited. She never came...which was great. But there was something to take the mom's place today, the demonic clock. The clock began screeching and for the seventh time I smashed the clock and the clock stopped. Then my phone starting blaring up. I just want to sleep! I snatched my phone to see who was dumb enough to call me at this time. And to no surprise, it was Joseph. I answered the call, he was asking for the homework. I hung up and sent him the stupid homework via Gmail. I threw my phone back on the counter. So pissed since it was Monday Morning and I was already dealing with all these problems. I got up like a six-year-old throwing a fit. I threw my blanket aside and I threw the pillows at the ceiling that -with the work of gravity came crashing down on my face. Finally, I had my seizure which is me thrashing around. After my fit, I got up and did the morning routine: brush my teeth, put on my uniform, that stuff. I made myself a toast with some jelly. I ran out of our apartment room, 213 and ran to the garage. But I was missing something. How stupid of me! I forgot my backpack. I ran upstairs and retrieved my backpack and came running to the garage. I went over to my automobile (motorcycle), a 1996 Kawasaki Ninja which I modified like crazy. I did the mechanical things since I want to be a mechanic someday. But what was a real pain in the back was the Piston, the connecting rod was busted (I bought the motorcycle in a junkyard by the way). I tore off the blanket I put over it and mom stuck a sticky note to it: "Left early to work. Don't ride fast, don't want you to die yet." I chuckled and grabbed my helmet.
I was going 90 Mph when the sirens went Whoop! I put more gas and easily hit 110 Mph. I am almost late for school. The Cops behind me were gaining. I took a right in an intersection and went into an ally way. Funny how losing the cops can be pretty easy sometimes. I arrived at school but I only had 5 minutes left before school started and my first period, U.S. History is on the third floor of E building. I Rushed up the stairs to my stairs. I barged into class. Mrs. Rodriguez, my homeroom teacher was teaching a concept. I pulled out my phone and I still had one minute until the bell rang. A nerve was visible on her left temple. I sometimes wondered how is she still married. I apologized for almost being late. I sat at my seat and pulled out my notebook and pulled out a pen and started to write on American Imperialism.
Fourth Period
The second Period was boring as always. The Language Arts teacher was a drone like always. But this period is the complete opposite. In fourth period science, we do crazy things: dissections, chemistry, and so on. But today, when our teacher got off topic and was talking about how there are some people you want to see naked a code red was announced. A code red means that there is a threat in the school. The buzzer went of repeating the same thing, "Code red! Repeat! Code red! This is not a drill!" The teacher quickly locked the door with her keys. There were three rooms. Three groups separated and went into each room.
"Everything is all right. Go to the rooms and you be fine I promise." The teacher said.
I was in the bathroom with six other kids. We were all cramped. Penny, who is awfully famous in this school was in the corner with her knees buckled to her chest and was quietly sobbing.
"This is the end. I don't wanna die (*sniffle) I don't wanna die."
"It is O.K. We'll get out of here alive, right Frank? Frank?" Jhonny said. Jhonny was another popular person and he was a jock, like in the movies.
"Yeah, we'll get out," I replied.
"See even Frank Keller said so," Jhonny said. Inside I knew there was that feeling of doubt that something bad can happen. But I put reality in. The doors are steel doors that can't be kicked in and the door has three locks, two the teacher does and one emergency lock the school enables. Also, we are-
The person outside kicked the door. Then again and the impact was insanely loud. And again. On the third thump, metal clanged the floor. This is where I panicked. How is it possible that a person was able to open a reinforced steel door. My heart was thumping in my ear. Penny went into a state of shock and passed out. Jhonny was as silent as a lamb. And I, I was so scared that thousands of possibilities and thoughts passed through my head.
"I don't wanna die yet," I told my self. The door opened on the room next to us. I heard nothing but besides a sniffle. Then the next room, complete silence except for the creaking of the door. And then, our door. The handle turned slowly. Each second felt like an hour. The door opened all the way and there stood a beast. The beast had two horns and rotting skin but huge pecks. The room before was a horrific site. Blood splattered everywhere and a hand with a ring was laying outside the room next to a head which I knew who it belonged to, an old time friend. The beast's eyes glinted which such light. Then everything went black.