I have started this on a school comp with a sucky keyboard, so ignore any typo errors. Bleargh.
When Ms Lim regained her sight, senses, and her mind, she found herself surrounded by twenty-five faces.
Was I abducted by aliens? She thought groggily, and then mentally berated herself. Let's do this again. Have aliens abducted me?
Ms. Lim could not stand bad grammer. It was in her blood as an English teacher, to correct bad grammer.
As her vision cleared, she realised that those faces were familiar. Very familiar. In fact, twenty-three of those faces among there were the very faces that haunted her dreams at night and terrorised her in the day.
It was 6I, every single twenty-three mad beings of 6I.
Oh no, what did they do now?
"Hi Ms Lim!" Sara's voice broke the shocked silence. She proceeded to wave like a mad woman, an up-to-no-good grin on her face. Yvonne followed her example, and in her bleary confused mind, Ms Lim thought that they resembled twin windmills.
"Sara, what happened? Where are we?" Ms. Lim had registered the fact that there was a hell of a lot of trees surrounding her. Unfamiliar, non-native trees, to be exact.
She was very much tempted to ask "what did you do this time" as well, but decided against it. Her class would tell her themselves, later when her mind was in a clearer state.
She picked herself up from the ground, expectantly waiting for an answer. 6I had turned unusually quiet. She noted that Mrs. Tong and Ms. Ng stood in the background, and mentally sighed in relief. Good, at least I wont have to handle them alone.
6I was never sane, and Ms. Lim had seen more than enough scenarios to gather almost an island full of evidence of why they should have been institutionalised in the local mental hospital.
"We don't know where we are, Ms Lim." Sam Wong answered, in a somewhat awkward manner.
"The trees here are not found in Singapore. I don't think…" Mrs Tong's voice faltered before she finished her sentence. "I don't think we are even in Singapore right now, to be truthful."
"How did you get here?"
"Oh!" Memories of what happened before flooded Ms. Lim's now-awake mind. "I entered the classroom and I saw the visualizer emitting smoke, so I touched it, and it blew up, and I ended up here."
Ms. Ng tried to back into the shadows, but it was too late. She was pinned in her place by twenty-three death glares.
"Sorry lah, it was a technical error…"
Short and very lousy, I know. But I'm rushing, and I have to go home in a while. Argh. I'll probably update in… one month. :p