Class Hostage

An incident broke out at three o’clock this afternoon.

A little girl with red hair sat in the back corner, heavily panting. All semester, it never changed. She didn’t’ understand why her classmates hated her so much. They didn’t seem to want to leave her alone either. Why did they feel the need to call her stupid, ugly, and weird? Why did the girls have to steal her things and claim them as theirs? Why did they push her around? Why did they mess up her clothes and hair? Why did they always pick on her? Why were they so mean to her? Why didn’t the teacher do anything to stop it?

Today would change all of that.

She counted down to the clock in her head. The student had something special in her backpack this time. The final straw came at lunch fifteen minutes ago. Her bullies needed to be punished.

No one suggested a thing as they listened to the teacher talk about the last lesson of the day. The whole day, the victim had been pushed to her breaking point. Unbeknownst even to her, something inside of her had been brewing.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

By three o’clock, the revenge plot sprung to life. She lifted her head when she heard the bell ring.

“Class dismissed,” the teacher said to the class. The victimized student leapt to her feet and locked the door. Her classmates turned their heads at the sound. She stood with her hand to the door knob.

“What are you doing?” one fat kid asked. The bullied girl mumbled something under her breath. The head snorty girl stuck up her nose.

“What did you say, freak?” she asked. When the bullied girl lifted her head, the whole class could see the demon in her eyes. Her cold glare was enough to silence everyone. The little girl’s nostrils flared as she breathed heavily.

“Jenny?” the teacher asked. “I have to dismiss the students so that they can go home. Could you please unlock the door?”

“No!” Jenny howled. Her voice sounded like a demonic cat that had been hit by fast moving car.

“Jenny, please?” the teacher begged again. The bullied student pulled out a metal baseball bat from her backpack. The snotty girl snorted.

“Really?” she asked. “I don’t know what kind of game you are playing here, weirdo, but I have to get to my ballet class at four.”

“Shut up,” Jenny hissed. The little queen bee narrowed her eyes.

“I don’t think you heard me properly,” she said. “I said, I have ballet class at…”

“I said, shut up!” the bullied girl shouted. She swung the bat, breaking the bookcase beside of her. The fat kid gritted his teeth.

“You!” he snapped. He jumped out of his chair and ran over to the tiny girl. It’s funny how a pissed off girl can turn out to be strong enough to knock big kid to the ground with just her hand when she is pushed to her limits. The fat kid didn’t seem to take a hint as he charged at her again. This time, Jenny kicked him in the stomach so hard that he hit the ground. She looked at him like she wanted blood. The teacher and the rest of the class stared at her with big eyes.

“Jenny, honey,” the teacher said. “Could you please let us go?”

“No!” the bullied girl snapped.

“Why are you doing this?” another little girl asked. Jenny’s nostrils flared.

“You’ve all been mean to me all year!” she shouted. “I don’t understand why you hate me so much!” The little girl narrowed her eyes.

“We didn’t mean it,” the snotty girl said. “We were all just joking around. Please let us go?”

“No!” Jenny yelled. “Nobody’s leaving! Nobody’s leaving until I get happy!” That baseball looked it was itching to break some skulls.

It got worse when a student looked out the window.

“Look!” he shouted. “The outside’s gone!” Everyone except Jenny ran over to the window for a look. Gasps filled the room. Outside had turned pitch black.

“What happened?” a third little girl asked.

“How did this happen?” the fat kid asked.

“I want my mommy!”

“I want to go home!”

“Where are we?”

“I’m scared.”

The whole time, Jenny stood watching them, looking amazed. She hadn’t planned for things to turn out like this. This was the first time she had seen her classmates looking so freaked out. Maybe she could use this to her advantage. Jenny lowered her face and lifted her eyes upwards with a smirk.

This would only be the beginning of her terror of revenge until the next day.