Ringgg's Monologue
Ringgg-Ringgg, all I could hear was that dreaded noise, like long brittle nails being dragged across a black board. It was the bell. I turned around and started watching one of the kids. “What are you looking at!” yelled one of the boys. “Just take your pink shirt and get lost fag! “Uh-um sorry” I said skittishly as I quickly walked away. I just got to school and already I was getting bullied for wearing my favorite colored shirt.
It wasn’t only the older kids who were mean to me. Ever since my class got a new teacher, life at school has been terrible.
Crap! I thought, I forgot my backpack in my locker. I quickly ran to get it praying that I wouldn’t be late.
I ran into class.
“There you are, you’re late,” said Mr. Jess. “Toby, …show more content…
He then injected it into the right arm of the child who was being held down. They let go of the child. The doctor then pulled the blood-lined needle out of the boy’s arm. The boy lay there motionless, his arm head started to twitch, with white foam appearing from his mouth. He started to shake; his skin began to wrinkle, like each skin cell started to self-destruct. He started to shrink and become smaller, becoming more shriveled almost like an elderly person, however, he resembled more of an unholy creature. His eyelids started to open at an unnatural angle, which made his eyeballs, look disturbingly big. The boy then started to cough up blood, each drop spraying across the floor.
“Test Dosage III is a failure!” Yelled the principal. “Dispose of him!”
My dad pulled out a gun.
“Bang!” He took the dead body and put it into a sterilized bag, which, he then threw onto a pile of other bags near the entrance door of the lab.
“Psst.” A student said as he looked at me straight on through the vent. He mouthed help me as the tears started to roll down his eyes.
I wanted to help them so badly, but if I was going to make a move I would have to time it right, I decided to wait a few more minutes.
“Lets try test dosage III again.” Said Mr. Jackson. “The old student might have just had a bad reaction with this one.”
To my horror, they brought out Anthony from the other room.
“Found, this one stuck in the basement hallway.” Said my dad. “He’d be a perfect
It wasn’t only the older kids who were mean to me. Ever since my class got a new teacher, life at school has been terrible.
Crap! I thought, I forgot my backpack in my locker. I quickly ran to get it praying that I wouldn’t be late.
I ran into class.
“There you are, you’re late,” said Mr. Jess. “Toby, …show more content…
He then injected it into the right arm of the child who was being held down. They let go of the child. The doctor then pulled the blood-lined needle out of the boy’s arm. The boy lay there motionless, his arm head started to twitch, with white foam appearing from his mouth. He started to shake; his skin began to wrinkle, like each skin cell started to self-destruct. He started to shrink and become smaller, becoming more shriveled almost like an elderly person, however, he resembled more of an unholy creature. His eyelids started to open at an unnatural angle, which made his eyeballs, look disturbingly big. The boy then started to cough up blood, each drop spraying across the floor.
“Test Dosage III is a failure!” Yelled the principal. “Dispose of him!”
My dad pulled out a gun.
“Bang!” He took the dead body and put it into a sterilized bag, which, he then threw onto a pile of other bags near the entrance door of the lab.
“Psst.” A student said as he looked at me straight on through the vent. He mouthed help me as the tears started to roll down his eyes.
I wanted to help them so badly, but if I was going to make a move I would have to time it right, I decided to wait a few more minutes.
“Lets try test dosage III again.” Said Mr. Jackson. “The old student might have just had a bad reaction with this one.”
To my horror, they brought out Anthony from the other room.
“Found, this one stuck in the basement hallway.” Said my dad. “He’d be a perfect