Soft whispers fill a classroom,
something is coming,
the smell of corndogs cooking in the cafeteria,
the sound of the band playing down the hall.
A bang outside the room,
Mr. Feller looks out the glass of the door,
the hall is empty,
‘What’s that’ asked by a high pitched voice.
Something sweet fills the room,
it becomes cloudy and we cannot
- see what’ going on anymore
it’s like blindness all around.
We’re all down on the floor crawling,
‘what do we do’ someone asked,
no answer from Mr.Feller-
fear fills the room from the students.
A few minutes pass.
Mr.Feller clears his throat,
the room clears, all faces are seen again,
No voices are heard,
except Mr. Fellers soft whisper ‘what was that?’
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