The Classroom

Chris was dreaming again in class. The classes, in his opinion, were so boring that it was almost impossible not to sleep. In his dreams, he could do and be whoever we wanted, but in reality, he was the nerdy kid with thick glasses no one liked. As a result, he was getting into trouble a lot, even if he wasn't really the type to pick fights. And as much as he hated the fact, he couldn't escape it. There was a moment when he felt like he was falling into a black hole, and he couldn't find his way out. There was no way to escape it, but he knew he had to. There was nothing else he could do.

As he awoke, he found himself in the hallway with three other students, all of them wearing their "okay" attire. One was a tall blond boy with a messy black goatee, the other two were the short brunettes that most likely went to the school with their boyfriends.

The bullying section of the day was starting, but this time there is something amiss. How did he end up there? His scrambled thoughts came to an end when he saw Christy and Kelly close to him.

"Can't you hear? NERD!" Kelly said.

"I'm going to scream for help!"

The brunette walked over to him, grabbed his arm, and started yelling at him. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you not a man?" she said.

Christy and Kelly looked at each other, then she pulled her fist back. You'll get what's coming to you!" she screamed.

"I'm not going to fight you," Chris said. "I'm going to tell to stop, and then you're going to leave me alone."

Kelly looked at him and back at her fists. "Fine. I'm leaving you alone. But if you keep going on like this, I'm going to take my revenge," she quickly left with her lackeys murmuring insults towards someone's mother.

Christy barely moved and started to laugh. "What the fuck is going on? Was it that easy?" he asked himself. "They just need someone to talk to. I'm the only one who gets bullied, and it's hard for me to deal with."

He rolled over onto his back and thought. I'm going to be this thing that everyone hates, and I'm going to get even with everyone. He kept his voice low, but it was there. He was going to get the hell out of here, and to hell with the rest.

The bell rang and he found himself standing before the doors. The day was beginning, but he wasn't going to be able to make it through the rest of it.

It was one thing to get bullied, but this was way beyond. He felt like he was fighting against his own biology or something. And it was getting worse. He had been told he had a brain tumor. A girl with brown hair had called him "dorky", and he had been told that if he didn't get out of the school, he would be forced to sit through the rest of the day as a brain dead patient. He had been told he would be killed in the next school year. Now he was in a building with other people he didn't even know.

He had been told that if he didn't leave, he would get raped. He had been told that if he didn't get out of school, he would get beaten up. He had been told that if he didn't get out of school, he would get killed.

He walked up to the door, but just as he was about to open it, he felt something slam into him. He stumbled back and then collapsed on the ground. It was then he noticed that he was bleeding. He looked up and saw that his face was covered in blood.

"What the fuck?" he asked himself. "What's going on?"

He heard something behind him, and his head started spinning. He saw a giant red hand clutching a small pink man with his left hand, and he knew that the boy was going to die.

"Chris, get to the elevator!" a voice yelled. "We're going to escape!"

Chris started to open his eyes, but the pain was so great that he didn't even make it open. His eyes rolled back in his head and he fell to the ground, his head still spinning. He couldn't breathe, and he didn't want to breathe. He could feel the air rushing out of his nose and he wanted to spit it out, but he couldn't. He could feel it in his throat.

He heard the other two students come up behind him. They both had their weapons drawn, but he didn't have a choice. He knew that if he went to the teachers, they would shoot him. And if he went to the nurse, he wouldn't be able to fight.

"I'm not a fucking teacher!" he screamed.

He was naked. He had no shirt on. He was lying on a mat in the middle of the school. The walls were all green, and there were no windows. He didn't know how long he was there, but he could tell that it was a long time. The floor was covered with grass and other plants. All around him were classrooms, with only one door. All the other doors were locked, and there was a security camera on one of the doors.

"What the hell happened here?" he asked himself. "I was in a fight with some random girl, and then this was in front of me. What the fuck happened?"

He looked down and saw that he was covered in blood. He started to cry, and he started to sob uncontrollably.

He looked around the room and saw three more people lying on the floor. He looked at the one that was nearest him and his heart sank. He didn't have time to think before a girl with short black hair, who was wearing a school uniform, grabbed him by the neck and began to choke him. He struggled, and she pulled away. He looked at her and saw that she had a bag over her head, and a knife in her hand. He was afraid, and he knew that the knife would be his last. He knew that he had no chance against her. She would probably kill him in the next minute.

He grabbed the knife and ran, but as he ran, he saw that she was following him. She was saying something in a strange language that made no sense. He couldn't understand her. He saw her get closer and closer, and he couldn't even see her face.

She ran around the room, and he realized that she was screaming.

"Shit, I'm so fucking scared!" he yelled.

The door that he had been facing opened and another girl entered. She had blonde hair and was wearing a school uniform. She was looking at him, and he saw that she was wearing a silver knife. He could see that she was very fast. He was running around the room, trying to find somewhere where he could hide.

(Many knives later)

To be Continued.