Far away in a land known as Switzerland, there was a girl called Sarah, who went to school. She had great friends and went to a lovely school. But one day she was late to deportment which caused her deportment teacher to flip out. Her deportment teacher showed a dark side and caused much death and destruction.
The sky was steely grey, with clouds as fluffy as marshmallows drifting sedately across it, in its metallic form. Falling snow tickled my face , making me smile, and settled on my eyelashes, which made them look like icicles. Crunching through the snow I shivered from the cold, the length of my legs and arms carpeted in goosebumps. As I trudged up to the main school building, my back prickled, almost as though someone, or something was watching me. I spun around as fast as I dared because the ground was slippery with ice and snow, but no one was there. I discarded the thought, and put it to the back of my mind, the explanation being the fact that the cold was piercing through my red blazer and white blouse making my back prickle.
I turned back around and skipped nimbly up the path to the main school door, the skeletal branches of the cherry blossom trees tracing foreign patterns on my skin as I dashed through the archways, approaching the grand door. The knob was freezing to touch, which was honestly, to be expected. I opened the door, with its carvings inlayed with gold, into the main foyer. The main foyer was a magical affair, with an obnoxiously large crystal chandelier hanging from the domed roof, which was covered in paintings of the many great battles and wars of the past. In between the two large swirling staircases, one for boys (on the left) and one for girls (on the right), there was a Christmas tree, which the Student Committee had decorated last Saturday, in gold, silver and white baubles, tinsel and ribbons. A star graced the top of the tree, looking majestic and bursting with light as the light reflected off its golden, glittery surface.
I was met at the bottom of the girls staircase by my two best friends, Rachel and Eliza, both with our red and white winter uniform on. I must admit, I do like our school uniform, the winter one anyway, because it's all red and white! We must wear red leather shoes, like the ones from the wizard of oz, white ballet tights, a red skirt, no shorter than just above the knee, a white button up blouse and our schools red blazer, with a white piped trim if you are in sixth year, which I am. “Morning!” We all said in unison. “ Hurry up Sarah.” Rachel said, “We're going to be late to deportment!” “Ugh. Don't remind me.” I said. Deportment is my least favourite subject, it's walking around with books on your head, and 'drinking' from teacups with no tea in them. “It makes you” Rachel began, “A young lady!” Eliza and I finished for her. This was Rachel's Monday morning spiel, every, single, week.
Still laughing, we all ran up the stairs. We finally arrived at our deportment classroom, red in the face, which did to be fair, match our uniform. “Ah, here they are.” Our deportment teacher, Miss Baker said, her stern eyes judgementally staring at us over her wire rimmed glasses. “Sorry… Miss.” We stammered, out of breath. “See now girls,” she said, while the class turned to look at us,” this is what happens when you are not punctual.”
Then the strangest, most awful thing that could have ever happened, happened! Miss Baker's jaw slowly unhinged with the most hideous crack, crack, crack. A black tongue unrolled itself from the back of her throat and emerged from her now puffed, purple lips, and slithered it's way towards Eliza. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. Suddenly, the tongue-snake shot at Eliza and wrapped around her neck. It lifted her up as she was clawing at it, shrieking for someone, anyone to help. But we were all frozen in fear. Her face was quickly turning a ghastly shade of violet as her body struggled for oxygen. Then with a deafening crunch, Eliza dropped, lifeless, to the floor.
As Rachel ran to Eliza's corpse, Miss Baker, if you could even call her that anymore, turned around with agonising slowness. But when I saw her face, I was terrified. Her once angular face had gone droopy, with skin hanging off like dripping ice cream. Her eyes had the darkest black, blacker than the night sky. There was no white anymore either just all consuming darkness. Her hair was still in its rigidly pinned bun, however, which just made it even worse. This monster had killed my friend! My friend… Rachel! She was still sobbing over Elizas dead body, but it seems that Miss Baker was finished with her, for now. Then, she suddenly began darting around, strangling all the girls. Crunch… Crunch… Crunch.
I ran as fast as I could to hide under a table. I hid and tucked my legs underneath myself. I could hear screams of terror, but my eyes were squeezed shut, Eliza would have told me not to do that, it would crease my makeup. Crunch… Crunch… Crunch. Suddenly, it all went silent, I could only hear the click-clack of fancy heels strutting towards me under my table. All of a sudden it stopped and I opened one eye to see a black eye staring at me. The eye of a monster. A single word snaked towards me, a trail of black ash trickling inside my ear, vibrating my eardrum so I could hear it. “Hello,” it said.
