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20035279 #29
Mrs. M. Turner
Advanced Composition A - 3rd hour
10 December 2009
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I dragged my semi-conscious body through the heavy, gray school doors, the wind slamming them shut behind me. Though inside, I could still hear the wind howling violently, causing the trees to wave their arms around wildly. Any signs of nature life seemed like a distant memory as the snow covered most of the ground, hiding what was left of the grass. As I proceeded to head to class, I noticed the teacher and security guard that usually stood outside the office were not there today. Not thinking much of the absent teachers, I continued down to C pod and made it into my classroom just as the bell sounded for class to start.
Plopping my belongings right along the edge of my desk, I took a seat in my chair and reached into my bag for my math folder. After rummaging around in my bag for a couple seconds, my hand finally connected with the smooth surface of my math folder. My fingers closed around the folder and with a small tug the folder slid free. As I found the homework from last night and placed it onto my desk, I look up, taking notice that the teacher had not yet entered the room. Strange… I thought, curiously. He’s usually always here before any of us are… So where is he?
Looking around, I could see that I was not the only one who had taken notice that our teacher was absent. Many of my classmates had started up conversations about the absent teacher, letting their imagination run free. I could hear stories ranging from being abducted and taken hostage by aliens to Seconds passed quickly soon turning into minutes, five minutes to ten minutes, ten to fifteen, yet the teacher still had not arrived. One of my classmates had decided to take action and go next door to try to find out where our teacher had gone. A couple minutes later, he returned with a puzzled look on his face. My class went silent as he started to speak; “The teacher next door isn’t there either… and neither are any of the teachers or staff in the building…”
As the realization of no teachers or adults hit my class, a frenzy erupted. Loud excited talking and scraping chairs echoed off the walls of the small classroom, making everything seem ten times louder. Kids were reaching into their bags, pulling out their cell phones, and calling their parents to deliver the news. The halls soon started to fill up with students exiting the building, deciding to return home because of no teachers. I had already called my dad and informed him of the situation at school, and he would soon be there to pick me up. Packing up my belongings, I looked down at my phone to see a call coming from my dad, notifying me that he had arrived. With one last glance at my classroom, I exited the building just as hundreds of other students had done a couple minutes before…
I bolted up in bed and quickly looked over at my clock. It read “6:05 a.m.” Sighing, I laid back in bed and thought about the dream I just had. That would be so amazing if that really happened, I thought, a small smile creeping on my face. As I got up to get ready for school, the thought of my dream still lingered in my mind. Arriving at the school and swinging open the heavy, gray doors, I passed the office and took notice that the security guard and teacher that usually stood there were not there today…