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Eyes of the Teacher
By Jasmine .E. Holroyd -Runner up
It was a Friday lunch time, and me and Mandy were fine tuning our
Christmas concert duet in the practise room. We had just finished the
song, when there was a small, quiet knock at the door. Miss Evans
walked in.
"So, girls? How's it coming along'? Very well, from what I just heard!"
Her old, croaky voice echoed silently around the once warm music room.
"Yes, Miss. It's coming along fine, thanksi" I looked straight into her
misty eyes. I couldn't see anything inside them; they held emptiness. It
was like a thick cloud of fog had blanketed her once bright and perky
eyes. I felt a small shiver creep up my spine. I think Mandy sensed my
uneasy feeling.
"Anyway," she broke the deafening silence, "Come on, Lizzy," She
nudged me, and then began to sing her part of the song.
"Something really strange happened in there," I said as we walked back
to tutor. "I looked into her eyes, and..." I stopped and looked at Mandy.
She just gave me a blank look, and then shrugged.
"I saw your face, Lizzy. You went really pale. Are you sure you're ok?"
She rested her hand onto my shoulder. A warm, reasurring sensation
started to trickle through me. I'm probably just coming down with
something, I thought.
For the rest of the day, I felt nervous. I thought something catastrophic
was going to happen. I don't know why. I just felt so uneasy, so on-edge.
I woke up at six in the moming on Saturday. I had a nightmare. I dreamt
that I was walking out of school, when Miss Evans stepped in front of
me. I tried to get past her, but she just kept blocking my way. Then, I saw
her eyes; those empty eyes somehow filled with nothing. They were so
full of a bizarre nothingness; it was making me feel threatened;
intimidated. Her hand was reaching out towards my shoulder, and I froze
with absolute terror. E
I woke with a fright. I could see those eyes pasted in my mirror; on the
walls; on my quilt. I screamed.
I arrived at Mandy's house at eight. I knocked on her door, and then
tumed around. There she was, staring at me. An unfamiliar taste of fear
started to crawl into my mouth, which was overwhelmed by dryness. I
couldn't speak, nor move. I was rooted to the spot. She started to walk
over to me, reaching out her hand like what she did in my dream. My
head hit the floor.
When I fotmd myself lying on Mandy's sofa, I knew what had happened.
I had passed out with sheer terror. Of course, she told me what had
happened, but I didn't listen; I couldn't listen. In my mind, I was back in
my dream, back into the land of the eyes. But I snapped myself out of that
image. I had a song to sing, and I wasn't going to see the teacher from
hell where I was. Well, that's what I thought.
The cold, frosty air hugged itself around me. I smiled at my friends, and
acted like nothing had happened.
It was our tum to sing. Mandy and I stepped forward. The microphone
looked like a giant black ice cream, and I remembered an event I smiled
at this thought. My mind flicked back as we sung, to the time when we
went on a school trip to Spain, and I shared a giant chocolate ice cream
with Mandy.
I breathed a sigh of relief We had done it, and earned a huge applause.
Then it happened, in our moment of glory. A cloud of inky blackness
started to loom over the town square. A little mouse called fear ran up my
spine. A thick, grey mist danced it's way though us, weaving in and out.
It was suddenly broken up by a faint, small figure. The colour of the fog
was in its eyes, the colour of the fear that oozed from us was in the air. As
it came closer, I knew who it was. Miss Evans. The figure came over to
our choir. She didn't look human. She didn't look like anything I'd seen
before. Her body was faded in colour, and gnarled and twisted like an
ancient Joshua tree. She came and stood next to me and Mandy. Her cold,
icy hands were clutching at our shoulders. I saw her face. It was so grey,
so empty; so petrifying. She slowly tumed her head towards the audience.
A scream was bellowing from her mouth, and black tears rolled down our
faces as we realised what was happening, what was becoming of us. We
only knew one thing for sure, the end was near, but how near was it, and
how would it end'?
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