Hunger By: DasviDAniya

r's speech about history, her eyes flicking out the third-story window. Outside, it looked sunny, not a cloud in sight. She could imagine there was a soft breeze down where gy

answer the question?" Mr. Monty asked, having a bit of an annoyed tone to his voice. Sabrina was ripped from her happy place and dragged right back into reality as she heard her teacher's voice. The sweet smell of fresh air was replaced by the smell of a musty school room, the scents of sweaty

Can you please repeat t

ina for a moment before he repeated the question f

continuing with her answer, knowing her teacher wouldn't believe her answer was sufficient to prove she was paying attention when, in fact, she wasn't. "Nineteen forty was the year," she said a bit more confidently. Mr. Monty nodded.

ct, blood. The movement made her eyes shift from the blood to a student of the class knelt over another student who was motionless. However, the one kneeling above the other had something hanging out of its mouth. Something that Sabrina could only imagine was its victim's intestines. After all, the thing hanging from the peer's mouth looked like a long row of little sausages, all still tied together with the thin material it would have been packaged in for sale. Sabrina blinked and rubbed her eyes, thinking that she was seeing things. At last, even with her futile attempts at

ince his student hadn't raised her hand first or been called on. "What is it,

them?" A shrill scream interrupted Sabrina's rambling. The brunette with green eyes w

is going on!"

ked that the gym class three stories below were eating one another. After all, it was still

he door would be locked inside with a chair; though something wasn't right, they weren't told they would have a drill. Sabrina made her way back to her assigned seat after completing her tasks of closing the curtains and using two free chairs to lock the doors from the inside. On her way back to her desk, she couldn't help but notice that most of her peers were on their phones, probably texting friends and family about the senior prank going on and how it caused their class to lock down. Her eyes met those of Matt, her friend. His brown eyes