Study Hall Diaries

creative-writing

Every week we will be featuring imaginative work created in, or inspired by the study hall experience.

Staff Writer: Mackenzie Montgomery

(Picking up The Study Hall Diaries formerly written by Avery Polinori. The story continues!)

October 31st

So there I was, standing in the the middle of the dark hallway outside of the Spanish room.  I was hungry. I was cold. I was sick. It was friggin snowing outside, and I was stuck in a dark hallway with a girl in a wetsuit. As if my life couldn’t get any weirder.

“Do frogs have ears?” She asked me.

“…What?” I asked glancing over at her. I just noticed that she was dripping wet, so water was pooling at her feet. I didn’t know if I was crazy, or if she was. There was no way that she just swam across the Atlantic. One, that wasn’t physically possible. Two, were in the middle of Ohio, the ocean was kinda way out of dripping distance.

“Do frogs have ears? It just occurred to me, how do they hear?”

“I…don’t know…”  I replied, confusion lacing my voice.

“Weird,” she said and then just started off down the hallway.

Wierd was one way of putting it. She made her way towards the cafeteria, and then suddenly in a ball of white light, she vanished.

“Drug induced nightmare….please be a drug induced nightmare…” I begged, and tightly shut my eyes. That had to be what was going on! I was drugged! But there was one thing I knew, I had to get out of here.  So I headed to the door that lead to the student parking lot, but when I opened the door there was another door. Okay…cliche haunted door thing. I pulled the next door open and then there was another door, but smaller. “Maybe if I go to sleep, I’ll wake up from…whatever this is…”

“Not likely,” a voice said from behind me. When I turned I was reunited with the creepy Wednesday Adams girl.

“What is happening?!” I shrieked, throwing my hands out in exasperation.

“I warned you,” she said with a shake of her head; her raven pigtail braids swinging against her shoulders. “This is your punishment.”

“Never ending shrinking doors?” I asked.

“No you ninnyhammer! An eternity of torment!” She scolded.

“A what?” I asked, confusion clouding my face.

“An eternity of torment!” she repeated completely irritated.

“No the other thing.”

“A ninnyhammer? It means simpleton, or fool,” she explained.

“Oh,” I said, frowning. “Okay then.”

“Okay, enjoy your torment!” She said joyfully, and disappeared.

“Greeeeaaaatt,” I sighed. “Time to figure this out,” I said and pulled the next door open. It actually opened, “Well,” I said taking in my new surroundings. “This isn’t any better.” I was standing in the middle of a blizzard. I couldn’t see anything. Just white. Neverending white. And freezing. Very freezing.

“Well crap.”

 

TO BE CONTINUED