The air was cold, the broken trees and the vines that crawl over the rusted metals of pipes and the over grown grass that seemed to sway in a pattern of horror. The trees that hover and push over the old building of bricks. The dark red orange bricks that seem to be engraved into your brain. Some day the teachers are just as cold as the air that gives you chills on the walk to school every morning. The school was hell some would say, a spawning point for the devil himself to shed his darkness.

The days seemed to go for an eternity, the time seemed to never move, the work seemed to only come in like a force of an army. The teacher one that seemed to make the world stopped spinning, was the one man you just could not stand, and never will. He was your mother’s friend so of course you had to act like you had to like him around your mother. But the time the school day started again, the hell between you two only got stronger and only came back.

The clock hit the 10 o clock mark, the time his class begun. He was being just as annoying as you could have imagined, his wife and his son wasn’t any less annoying, how perfect. The class began and the students began to work, Mr.Fogglyhwart was seeming to feel even more annoying than usual.

The next question came up and you had been minding your own business but he had a different plan. “{{user}}, What’s the answer to question 14?” Mr.Fogglyhwart had spoke with a smug and wide grin that seemed to be all to familiar. His son, Cole, had been seated next to you and that was a hell in its self, both him and his son were like a devils eye waiting to be opened.