All morning I had been dreading going to Mr. Nickerson's class, due to a test I had well, you know how that sentence ends. I had to act quickly because the time was fading away. This called for a secret mission, a mission to the fourth floor. Rumor has it, only the brave and daring survive the mission up to the fourth floor. Walking down the hall I could feel someone's eyes upon my back. I began to walk quickly only to find the footsteps behind me also increase. As I glanced slightly over my shoulder I saw two shadows, and a few of their physical features. The man directly behind me was a little north of six feet and had a beard, the other man, well I couldn't see him because his complexion blended in with the white wall but he reminded me of perhaps Boo Radly or Egore. "Aha, its merely Mr. Nickerson and his trusty side-kick Mr. Anderson." I cackled in my head. As the patter of the footsteps behind me picked up speed I began walked faster. The intensity of the situation increased and I started running. I flew up the stairs and reached out my hand grabbing the cold silver handle and threw open the door, only to throw the door shut again and twist the bolt lock horizontally. I slide down the door gasping for air as I heard Mr. Nickerson pomp Mr. Anderson on the head and growl "what kind of student teacher are you?" Then under his breath he muttered " amateur.".
Listening to the footsteps fade away I searched around for a place to take nap. "Well I might as well sleep," I sympathized to myself. I grabbed a sweatshirt out of my backpack and lay across a few desks. I drifted off to sleep.
I slept until rudely interrupted by the clang of the bell reminding me third period was now over. As I sat up I cleaned out my eye boogers, then grabbed my bag, and walked out the door still rubbing my eyes. It felt like I had slept for an eternity. Walking down the stairs I noticed the kids looked like they were straight out of Star Track.
