"Listen!" I growled. The room fell silent in shocked anticipation.
Then I lunged at the nearest person, Mike Newton, who was weeping softly over Isabella's lifeless body. I punctured his shoulder as I tried to distance myself from his disgusting acne. His blood spilled out into a pool and combined with the girl's blood. Eww. Now I would have to drink some of his gross blood while I was finishing off her deliciously sweet blood.
I moved onto the next person, Shannon Durham. She let out a piercing shriek as she tried to defend herself, that I immediately silenced with my fist. I accidentally bit her left boob, as it was the closest part to me. She smiled as she crumpled onto the floor.
The other kids were backing into a corner trying to make as little noise as possible and fighting for the spot closest to the far wall. One brave kid managed to leap out of the way as I was coming towards him and broke the glass of the fire extinguisher. I bit him before he could pull it out, but another kid finished the job and then cocked the nozzle at me.
The disgusting spray hit my face and blinded me for a second, giving one kid the chance to run out of the room. "get him!" I yelled to Jasper who was emerging from his room, a glazed look on his face from trying to resist the potent smell of blood emerging from my classroom. "Noo!" yelled Alice. Jasper took a bite of his ear, but not before the kid could yell "Vampire!". I saw the fear in his mind, a ridiculously bright purple color which I'd seen so many times before, and then intense pain: yellow. Then the space where his thoughts were coming from went blank.
A kid turned around from the opposite side of the hallway to hear the sickening crunch of fangs against bone. This was getting sooo out of hand. Everyone had seen us expose ourselves as the monsters we really were. Edwards thoughts were intense red from bloodlust. Any second now he was going to start eating anyone he saw. Run Edward! He was thinking. I thought about leaving Forks. All those kids dead that I had killed for no reason in the deliriousness of my hunt. It was awful, we would have to start a new life somewhere else, another house, another job for Carlisle. But there was no other alternative. Then I thought of poor Isabella in the other room, dead on the floor, her blood in a pool around her. The thought of her blood brought on a fresh wave of desire. I had to go back and grab her. I went back into the classroom.
I descended into hell. Everyone's thoughts were black. I am going to die! Die! For real! And I never became an artist, I never got to kiss Jimi. I love him! and Why was I a bully? The last thing Sasha will remember is me calling her a bitch. And also: I am going to die! Die! For real! Someone yelled out "I'm gay!" and "I love you Jimi!"Most everyone was crying, some hugging. Everything was so black. Blacker then black. The blackness was blinding. I had never experienced such depression all in one room. It was too much to take. The blackness was blinding. It was enveloping me. I couldn't see! I couldn't move. All I could do was lie there on the floor.