She’s there behind me. I can feel her, Her presence is undeniable, it’s her. I turn slowly and see her smile her awful smile. It's horrible, gums black, teeth yellow it’s like a dog ready to bite. There’s nothing I can do, no one can save me. I’m alone. All- alone. Her smile is sly, the room goes cold, nothing. Nothing at all. I can’t do anything. I want to move but I’m stuck. I want to breathe but I can’t. Why? Why can’t I breathe?  Not again. Not. again! I need to leave but she's keeping me, unmoving, untouched.

        I turn again, quickly, hoping if I looked away she’d disappear, but I feel her hot breath tickling the back of my neck. Just her breath made me tremble. It's about to happen. She's going to strike. “Look me in the eyes, girl” she said to me nastily, I turn, her words are obsolete, I can't go against them. “My eyes!” She shouted with the might of the gods. I look up into her horrid eyes, her blue, deep, soulless eyes. “There you go—you were always my favorite you know” she whispered slyly, the hair on my back stands up straight. 

        “Mis.Simms may I get water” I say hesitantly. “You want water? Ha! No! You don’t get water” she said bitingly as a warden would to his inmate—for I was her inmate. She was the warden. I look to the door hoping desperately for a way out but I look back at my feet, I’d never make it, she would catch me, there's nothing, nothing I can do I’m stuck, trapped with—her. Running will only strengthen her rath. 

        No one knows where I am, no one knows who she is. Who she really is. She is a monster, a horror, a hunter, and I am the prey. She’s toying with me. I know she’ll strike. I know she’s not done, I wait, and wait. Hours, or was it days? I can’t tell. The clicking of the seconds on the clock slowly driving me mad as I wait for her. 

        I’m tired of listening to her horrid voice. Isn’t there more? When can I escape? Will I escape? I want to go home, to see my mom again. To feel her warm embrace, I’m so cold. How long has it been? A minute? A month? Will I feel her embrace again or is the cold biting voice of Mis.Simms all that’s left for me? I think I’m alone. Is anyone else here? Where did they all go? 

        “Dear— what did I say about smudging your pen” her voice cuts through my thoughts like a ax

“Sorry ma’am” I say quietly, shakily. Will I ever make it out? No. I’m stuck. Forever in a cycle of despair. “LISTEN WILL YOU!” Her voice once again cutting through my thoughts “UHG YOUR ALL THE SAME YOU ACT SO SMART I'M THE ADULT YOU LISTEN TO ME! UNDERSTAND”….”DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!”

“Yes, yes ma’am” I want to cry, but I can’t. I want to scream but my throat was dry. 

        “RING” it’s over it’s finally over I put my book in my bag and run out of the room. Run home. To my mom and her warm hugs. I’m ok. Everything will be fine. 

       I’m back in the building. It’s 9am. I sit down in Mis.Simms class. Time to do it over again. It will never end.