Seventh grade is hard to teach

Because the kids are crazy

Hormonal minds we try to reach

They’re either wild or lazy.

One day after lunch a student cried

With gasps like she was seizing.

To cheer her up I really tried

To understand the reason.

She explained friends laughed at her

Because of the Pacific

I need more info if I were

To understand; I said, “Please be specific.”

She cried when telling them there were two

Pacific Oceans they roared

I said, “Oh, really, I never knew.

Please show me on the board.”

She pulled down the rolled up map

On the wall in the front of the room

And on the map both sides she tapped

And my eyes began to zoom

She pointed to the right and left

And said, “See, there ARE two.”

Her quivering chin, that pointed cleft,

I knew what I had to do.

I reminded her the earth was round

And that those ends would meet

To show the only Pacific found;

She slunk back to her seat.

So now you know what it is like

To teach the seventh grade

And why I often have to spike

My glass of lemonade.

Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake.

It was supposed to be a joke.

I didn't think it was real, none of us did.

But it's too late now, and there's no way out.

Three disfigured bodies lay in a pool of blood, and her skeletal hand was reaching for me out of the broken mirror next.

Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake.

Three men surrounded me, feet pounding on the stained floor of the arena, their eyes wide and bloodshot with the adrenaline of war.

Two of the referees held their horns to their lips, preparing to blow the trumpet of victory.

I was the only one left, my other teammates had been slaughtered by these three men, whose hands were still dripping with their blood, their shining armor caked with red.

This was a game I was born to lose, the odds stacked against me from the beginning, and the only thing running through my mind is: oh god, why did I have to build that stupid time machine?

Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake. The shattered glass of the window I'd broken crunched underfoot, and a hundred glowing eyes met mine from the shadows. Three big steps backward and my leg caught an overturned chair and sent me sprawling. I resolved to die as the first small set of teeth sunk into my leg. My screams echoed off the wall of the dark cafeteria; I'd come to the wrong schoolhouse.

Four minutes in and I knew I made a colossal mistake.

He is lying next to me like always except this time I can't hear his breaths.

We did it tonight like we always do except today I won and not him.

I'm not hurt, I'm not bleeding, I'm not crying, it's him, it's him tonight not me.

I feel terrified yet powerful in this moment, he deserved it..he deserved it, right?

Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake. The humans were curious at first, peering at the novelty of the color of my eyes and texture of my skin. But their peers turned to prods, pokes, and pulls, and they were crowding me with ominous intrigue. The elders warned me of this and would surely exile me for revealing our existence. As I tried to slip through their grasping fleshy claws, a sea of fingers wrapped around my limbs and pulled me into the depths of their morbid exploration.

Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake. The door creaked like a blaring alarm behind me as I snuck through it to the top of the stairs of the surprisingly humid basement. Tiptoeing down each stair in a silent hurry, I could hear him barrel through the front door of the cabin, singing my name with amusement as his sinister laugh echoed off the tainted walls. I had always scoffed at the term "Final Girl" but now, as I stand and gaze at the lifeless bodies that hung like toys from the ceiling around me, I realize I am one.

Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake. I wondered too far off the trail and found myself deeper into the woodlands, where the thick Cypress trees towered over me, blocking out the sun. Realizing this I made an attempt to turn back, but then the hairs of my body started to stand and I had an uneasy suspicion that someone — or rather something — was stalking me. From the brush lingered a large dog-like creature with a heavy coat of blackish grey hair, baring its sharp canines at me with contempt. But what horrified me the most, a sight I'll never forget until the day I die, was then this creature drew closer it hoisted itself up, and this beast, this large dog-like animal, was then standing on its hind legs, almost like a man.

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Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake. I put the blanket over the mirror so it wouldn't come over to my side. I assumed I was safe in the dark bathroom until the mirror broke. The hand pushed through the curtain and tried to find its way out until I bit it and it pulled back. I couldn't let her return to her life, not until I got bored of it.