Ding, ding, ding.
"Got to make it before the final bell."
A young boy ruining down the street just barely makes it into the school courtyard before the final bell.
"Made it Jason, but just barely. Your lucky son," says a man walking toward Jason. "Here's your slip."
"Thank you," says Jason out of breath. He takes the slip.
"What made you so late in the first place?"
Jason stands up straight, "Sorry, no time. I'll tell you later. See ya."
Jason runs off towards the school and stops in front of the entrance. "Forest Middle School, what a crap hole." He enters the school and starts walking down the hallway. The only sound that can be heard is the soft tap of his red and white sneakers. He stops in front of room 102. He knocks, than enters.
"Aw, Mr. Roberts, do you have a pass?" Asked an old lady.
"Yes I do Ms. Withers." Jason hands her his slip. Then moves to his seat in the back of the classroom. Shortly after he takes his seat Ms. Withers starts to talk.
"Today is the due date for your poems, would anyone like to share. Jason how about you."
"Me. I didn't rise my hand. So wh....," but he's cut short by his teacher.
"Get up here now," she says.
Jason stairs her in the eye and gets a bad feeling. A shiver runs up his spine.
"Today Mr. Roberts, today!"
Jason stands up and walks to the front of the room. He turns and faces the class. He closes his eyes.
"Darkness shall grow,
binding the heart and engulfing the soul.
Light shall fade,
all hope is lost,
I'm not done yet, but I'm all out of time.
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