El Ensueno

I was walking into my fifth hour class, a big chemistry room with tons of moles and plants everywhere, when I realized I had nothing to do this hour. I have study hall here so most days I just get on the computer and do some blogging. Today however I decided to do my Spanish homework. So I sat down at the dark oak desk in the center of the bare room and realized I didn't have my book. My teacher isn't here for study hall most days, and since I'm older I guess she doesn't need to be. I took a long trip to the other side of the building and got my little Spansih book to do some studying. As I was walking back the bell had already rang so the hallways were mostly bare except for the occasional passing student and monitoring teacher. I walked right by this larger kid in gray shirt getting a drink from the drinking fountain. Shortly after he rushed up to catch up to me until we were walking together. He said in a high, squeaky, freshmanlike voice "Hiiiiiii. How are you?" I was slightly surprised by this but I politely responded, "Fine." He said back to me "That's goooooood," and suddenly rushed off the the branching hallway into a German Classroom. I thought nothing of it and walked off.

The next day I saw the same guy walking out of my class, he seemed to be waiting for me. He asked in an almost frantic voice "Will you be my friend?" Once again I was surprised but I agreed and he silently followed me to the hallway where I eat with my friends. We were sitting in the circle of social misfits when he suddenly talks again, always unexpectedly "I have to go to the bathroom." I was surprised again wondering why he decided to exclaim this but I answered him saying "Okay." He looked at me with worry and asked me "Would you please go with me?" Now I was downright shocked and pondered who this kid was anyway. After a lot of whining and begging and flailing of the arms I agreed to go with him. We entered the concrete corner of a room and he went to the stall as I washed my hands after a long lunch hour with my sandwhich. I heard him from behind my back say "You will stay my friend forever right?" I started to answer him back when I turned around and saw the five inch butcher knife in his hand. My heart immediately started jumping around my chest like it was trying to run away. He said to me "Because if you don't then you have to go in timeout." Just then the bathroom stall opened up and hanging on the hook was a young boy with an immense amount of blood all over him. I shakily said "Of course." I stared at him with a horrified look on my face for a long time while looking at the door behind him. I asked him "Can we leave this room?" He said to me "Only if you promise not to runaway, because otherwise you go into timeout." I agreed with him fearing that a knife or whatever else he had in my back was not worth running away from. As we stepped outsided into the bright white hallways I realized that all my friends were laying over on the ground with blood all over and their hearts gourged out of them. Tears started bulging up in my eyes and I couldn't stop breathing. The pains of my heart onto my chest were unbearable know and I knew I could hear his breath right on my shoulder. Just then shouting came from behind us and we quickly turned around to a bunch of police men in their dark navy coats and the big glass shields. They shouted to us "Put the weapon down you are under arrest!" My friend was right beside me with the weapon to my back know I had my hands raising to the sky. He said to me "We're going to play a game now, cops and robbers. Those guys are the cops and we are the robbers. You have to get us out of here or we'll lose and you have to go into time out." I was really freaking out now and I could feel the veins in my eyes nearly exploding. I decided to play this game. I said, "Okay. I'm going to distract them by giving in and letting you escape but you have to run. You can't save me." So then he started running the other way. The police were shouting but it was hard to hear them as the other end of the hallway suddenly blew up as he ran into the bushes behind to school.

Just then the old bald headed wrinkling math teacher of mine dropped a book on my desk and asked me to solve for x.