Blackmailed
My head was cradled in my hands and my eyelids felt heavy. The talking in the background blended into a muffled curtain along with all the other noises around me; the scraping of chairs on the floor, the rustle of paper. My mind drifted as I settled into a daydream. And then the bell rang. Suddenly all hell broke loose as a mass of people quickly and noisily packed their bags and headed for the door. As I regained my senses I too crammed my school books into my bag and exited the room. The corridor was a gauntlet of my fellow students rushing for the exit. I followed with the tide of bodies and found myself deposited at the foot of the school steps. I breathed in the fresh air looked to the sky …