Frank’s Point Of View

We walked back into the classroom, Mr Way seemingly better, I headed to my seat.

I ignored Andy and Bob’s questioning glances for the five minutes left of homeroom. Soon enough the bell resounded around the school and I stayed put as I had English next with Ray and Jemma.

As my two friends entered the classroom they scanned the room for me and took the seats previously occupied by Bob and Andy. I greeted them as Mr Way began to speak silencing the class.

“Today we are going to be working on a creative writing piece. This isn’t something to worry about this won’t go towards your final grade, I just want to see what level you guys are at.” Mr Way explained.

There were a few groans in protest but other than that everyone seemed to accept the idea. I personally love writing, not that I’d make that public knowledge of course.

As a student handed out paper for us to write on I began thing about what I would write. I finally decided on vampires, a personal favourite.

“Okay start, you have ‘til the bell goes, you can plan it if you wish, just don’t spend too much time on that” Mr Way instructed.

As soon as he said go I began scribbling down my story at a surprising pace that soon left me with an ache in my wrist.

‘…The man with a taste for blood carelessly strolled throughout the mall ignoring the shocked people who had to witness his torturous kill. He lifted up a crimson coloured finger and pointed at me. My heart stopped. I’ve always believed vampires are the most awesome creatures to ever be created, but that was before I knew they existed never mind having an encounter with one.

Before my brain could fully register what was happening, my feet taking me towards the dark creature. One I was mere inches away from him he grabbed my face in his hands. I shivered as his devil-like tongue shot out and dragged across my neck.

He moved closer to my ear.

“You’re next”

The end.

Perfectly timed the shrill bell rang moments after I had completed the task. As instructed I placed the story on his desk as I was exiting the classroom.

*****

As lunch came round I made my way to the usual table my friends and I chose to sit at.

“Hey guys” I grinned as I sat down.

It seemed I had arrived while Ashley and Andy were in the middle of a debate.

“Superman is better!” exclaimed Ashley.

“Bitch you better shut that fat ass mouth of yours, Batman is fucking superior!” Andy sassed.

I giggled and shook my head.

*****

The rest of the day went smoothly and we were now heading to Andy’s house.

If this is anything like the last time, we are gonna play spin the bottle and shit is gonna go down.

I chuckled at my thoughts and joined my friends.

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