Mass murderour or is it?

Tick, tock, tick, tock. The clock drones on and on, the sound of her heels and her speaking was the only other sounds in the deathly quiet room as the students looked on in boredom. I wished for something, anything, that would either make the day go faster or for something exiting to happen. But in this old and run down school nothing exiting ever happened and that's all I wanted, little did I know that in the classroom next to mine the students were unconscious and unmoving on the cold granite floor. We got forced into the yard which looked as though we were serving time in prison with the amount if metallic fence that surrounded the area. After our yard time we were herded up like sheep and forced into our next lesson where barely anyone paid attention to what was being said to us. More and more students disappeared during the day and no one had any idea where they went, whoever it was taking the students from the teachers obviously has a lot of stealth training. In the last two hours of school there only seemed to be my class left in the school but they disappeared one by one so it was only me and my teacher, she took me to the main hall where all the students were and was welcomed by a sea of happy birthdays and my dad who was sent to Iran as he works in the military. After that I was allowed to leave school with my dad and we celebrated my birthday in a very fancy restaurant where my mum met us, she cried at first when she saw dad but after a while she calmed down. Our family was reunited and my dad never had to go on another mission. The end.