Kaylee Vicente

Kaylee Vicente

2/14/18

Block 2

Mr. Greene

The cool air couldn't subside the beads of sweat trickling down Carl's forehead. He sat in the far back row, distancing himself from the others, his eyes averted upwards quickly finding the comforting water stain on the ceiling. He studied the dark rimmed blob and watched the picture change into different shapes with the help of his imagination. The sound of the final bell rung, pulling Carl out of his trance. Swiftly he looked away from the ceiling only to greeted with blue eyes searching for his. Without haste Carl lowered his head and shifted his gaze to his hands that found comfort in between his thighs. "Just ignore him", he told himself. It'd be awfully hard to do so considering Carl was achieving for honor roll this year. The blue eyed man began to speak, his deep voice echoed off the walls and retreated back to Carl. Goosebumps scattered across his body when the man made a sadistic joke about about death, trickery. Finally the voice was replaced silent and was replaced with the sound of fingertips aggressively typing away. With shaky hands Carl slowly unzipped his bag, flinching at the sound it made. His desperate eyes looked up make sure he didn't draw unnecessary attention to himself but his fellow peers were hypnotized  into their screens. Satisfied no one noticed he pulled out his notebook and began writing his story about a crazed man with hard blue eyes.

He was so lost in his writing he hardly noticed the footsteps approaching him, until they came closer to him. His heart felt like it ceased to beat when the steps came to an abrupt stop. Out of the corner of Carl's eye he could see the worn cowboy boots close to his seat. Without warning the owner of the boots squatted down to his level causing Carl to move all attention to his messy writing. The man was so close Carl could feel his hot breath burning the hairs on his arm. The mixture of moist, nervous sweat and a shaking hand resulted in the pencil falling right out of the boy's clutch. "If you want," the dark voice from earlier whispered by his side "You can use my computer. Your hand looks a bit tired." He finished. Carl could feel those blue eyes piercing his hand and he quickly shoved both hands back into the comfort of his thighs. Hesitantly Carl turned his head and looked at the ends of the man's hair thanking any God there was for the length of it. "M-M.. No thank you." His weary voice stuttered out, finally releasing the breath that almost made him blue. The man nodded and walked away, Carl's heart re started beating faster than ever. He had done it, he survived Mr. Greene.