Brittney Basaran

There's Something Wrong With Prentice

Ms. Turner was mid sentence about the effects of World War II on the US economy when the classroom door to room 13 flew open unexpectedly, slamming against the wall behind it. Prentice slithered in, shoulders hunched, his black sweatshirt entirely too big for his small frame, the hood so far over his head that his eyes could barely be seen peeking out from underneath. He hurried through the doorway, examining his feet as he strode to the back of the room, avoiding the classroom’s wandering eyes.