Black House Descriptive Writing

Absolutely nothing in this known world can break the silence—the room was lifeless. The floorboard painfully cries under the teacher’s fantastic high-heeled shoes; it invades the monastic stillness. Under the scrawls of a madman, written in a jet-black marker that has seen the end of its days a long time ago, slivers of the once pure whiteboard remains. My eyes dart towards the window as I stare at the barren tree branches; they shiver, afraid, in the thick cold and velvety air of winter. As my stoic teacher slowly raises from her seat the creak of her chair invades the classroom; her thin lips turn upward and she stares down each student with her hawk-like glare. My heart races and I start to breathe harder and harder—faster and faster. The
Promptly, the image of the disgrace of a quiz invades my thoughs. I open my cracked school issued laptops, I frantically type into my computer; the clicking of the keyboard fills the room and over powers the low sounds of Ellen DeGeneres talking on my TV screen. The bright, blinding light of the laptop illuminates the otherwise pitch-black room; I log into PowerSchool and am met with perhaps the most horrifying sight in my life; a C in History. How is this possible? My average was an A yesterday! I click on my disappointing grade and my eyes lay upon an even worse sight; I had gotten an F on the quiz. My blood rushes to my face, my eyes widen; a gasp escapes from my lips. I could do nothing at that moment but stare at the dim light of my laptop. The screen blackens and I am met with the reflection of my dramatic face, and I look away ashamed. All of a sudden a sense of determination rushes through me and I put on a smile and laugh at my overdramatic actions. I can be a drama queen at times. What am I doing? I am not some little crybaby; I will study my butt off and bring that C up! I log out of all forms of social media and my I feel a pang in my heart as I press the power button on my phone and the screen turns black; however, I know it is for the best and ignore the crushing need to reunite with my shiny silver iPhone. At any moment I was tempted by