A Narrative About A Hero's Journey

I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.

The bell couldn't have come fast enough and the second it did I was out of there. Zarra pointed me in the right direction for my next class before going to Web Design. I was the first one to Government, which was the best thing that had happened all day. I took the music from my ears and covered them with my hands. I was about ready to cry—something I hadn't done since the last time I went to a new school. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

The 12:30 lunch bell rings, and the students who ate lunch at that time were being dismissed from class. The hallways that were once empty, was now filled with students.

I groaned -I wrung my hands -I wept in utter anguish. Oh, this spectre of death!

Then the T-Rex came and started roaring at us. It’s cold, dark eyes seemed to follow me, I swallowed.

I would shut my eyes because I knew what was coming. And before I shut my eyes, I held my breath, like a swimmer ready to dive into a deep ocean. I could never watch when his hands came toward me; I only patiently waited for the harsh sound of the strike. I would always remember his eyes right before I closed my own: pupils wide with rage, cold, and dark eyebrows clenched with hate. When it finally came, I never knew which fist hit me first, or which blow sent me to my knees because I could not bring myself to open my eyes. They were closed because I didn’t want to see what he had promised he would never do again. In the darkness of my mind, I could escape to a paradise where he would never reach me. I would find again the haven where I

"No" "No!" "NO!" "YOU HAVEN 'T SEEN THE LAST OF ME! I WILL DESTROY YO..." The Monster yelled out

out from menacing pink faces and pinned me to the spot. Fear paralyzed me. My soul

I wanted to scream, I truly did, but, I tried to hold off as best as i could, knowing that maybe if I did, they might see it wasn’t affecting me anymore. I could tell that I wouldn’t hold off, I knew that something would break whether it was me, those damned machines, or the glass in front of the guards.

“Remember what?” You screamed in a panicked yet annoyed manner, wanting me to just spit it out.

My softs whimpers turned into desperate gasps and I clawed at the sides of my

“What what was is it!?! Is something wrong?” I blurted out, somewhat terrified of what they might tell me. Silence hung in the room like a deep fog, behind which was something horrifying waiting to take me in its

“You alright? No bites?” A gruff voice asked. You opened your eyes-not knowing when exactly you had closed them-to a sight you hadn’t seen in a long time.

Only I could see it. I face it once more. Staring, daring, but it warped its face before

I respond quickly by saying, “I saw the thing, it look like a standing goat with black hair, and very, very yellow eyes, that was real!” We stopped momentarily to review the scary moment we have just encountered.