Writing Prompt. My Day Dream

    This is my task. So are you ready, to travel into my mind of day dreams? Ready, set and tell.

   I was sitting in math class. Looking out the window, and before my eyes a scene unfolds. A bunch of hot guys were gathered outside the window. Then all of a sudden, my step father pops up. In his black trench coat, that seemed to slither around his body, as he crept around the "good looking" guys. They payed him no attention, as if he wasn't even there. He looked ominous, like a murderer lurking his victim. His gaze was attentive with group. He broke his gaze and locked eyes with me. His eyes glowed, his teeth barred and his hand casually slipped into his trench coat and he pulled out hand full of candy. He threw the candy in the air. For a minute I sighed with relief, untill I realized it was snowing out side. It wasn't Halloween. Why did he look like that? I looked again at my step father to see something shining in his hand as he stood over the brunet that was picking candy off the ground. I was going to scream run as I woke up abruptly to the sound of a bell. It had all just been my imagination.

No Where

No where to run.
No where to hide
I'm stuck in the middle.
With no one to confide.

I'm being pulled.
From side to side.
But nobody wants to hear.
The story I hide.

A story hidden.
By masked fear.
Slithering down my cheek.
With my eyes' final tear.

I hold my breath.

In desperation.

To hide my.

Sick obsession.

Of running away.

And never turning back.

No destination.

Just pitch black.

So here I stand

Lost in thought.

Of my parents.

Evil plot

Bullied No More

I walked through hallways with anticipation, to get out of this school. I was nearly free. Then I saw the bully coming my way. My hope sunk just long enough to let rage set in my eyes. I was tired of this. I was tired of being the victim and if she thought I wasn't going to stand up for myself, she was wrong. Her footsteps started to echo in my ears, for a moment I wanted to run. In that moment it was too late. She was at my side, whispering in my ear, "Did you miss me?"

I looked her in the eye's as she stepped back. Hatred was rising through my body. My fists were beginning to clench and I spat, "Miss you? Oh please I'd rather be thrown in a pit of snakes, that haven't eaten in days. So did I miss you? No I didn't. I miss my life without you, but I won't miss it for long." I let my eyes finish speaking for me. The bully retreated and I felt my face lift into a smile as I waved goodbye and hollered, "Have a good day." After that day I never had troubles with her again.