Frida

Date: 10/4/2016

The air was heavy with fog as I walked to school that day. I remember I was chased by a pack of dogs. Once I arrived there the building was practically empty, and I was to take my first class but there were hardly any pupils. I went to my desk and began the lesson. The tannoy blared out something sinister. Then a call on a crackly line came through my phone - someone was coming to get me. A loud noise and a rush of aggressive voices filled the hallway and I cowerd under the desk. Some angry kids came in screaming my name. I got up and lunged at one. Grabbing him and pulling him into the centre of the room. I murdered him. The others ran away and I gave chase. I was running down the corridors on pure instinct. Over the PA a voice threatened me and my family. So I kept finding and killing people - staff, kids; anyone. Once I finally found the one on the PA he started screaming about how the same thing happened at his last school and how he'd lost his "Frida". With supernatural strength he threw a table across the room and came at me. I ran and hid. Some other kids found him and made quick work of him, dragging his corpse down the hallway for all to see. Then the bell rang, and the day was done, so I went back to writing my novel.