Trial Darby Rupp
Trial Darby Rupp
Tick. The wizard hurled a storm of pencils at Corinne. She froze. Tock. She was racking her brain, trying to think of any information she could remember from her classes that might help her. Tick. As the sharpened No. 2 pencil points neared, finally, Corinne ducked and ran. The wizard laughed maniacally, and his cackle echoed through the hallway and into the chamber Corinne found herself in. Tock. Her heart was racing as she looked around. Tick. There was nothing but white. The room was bare, just a single desk in the middle of the blaring whiteness. No, not just a desk, a chair was also there. And the- Tock. No no no no … I need to get out, thought Corinne. Tick. There was suddenly a thump against the door Corinne was leaning on. From the other side, she heard the same crazy laughter. Tock. Eyes wide, Corinne backed away from the door. Tick. Pencils bore through the door now, their points gleaming. Tock. Corinne went to the corner of the room furthest from the door. If only there was a window she could climb through and escape. Tick. More laughter, as if the wizard knew her hopes of getting into college were abysmal. Tock. She sat down in the corner and wrapped her arms around her legs. She started to cry. Tick. The wizard was pounding on the door, rhythmic and even, loud and blaring, shaking Corinne’ s entire world. Tock.
Corinne gasped as she jolted awake, and turned off the loud, buzzing alarm clock reading 6:30 AM. Through the darkness, she heard her father cooking breakfast in the kitchen, like he always does on these Saturdays. These Saturdays, breakfast would be absolutely full of all the brain foods science currently recommends. Across from her bed sat a calendar on her desk. Corinne didn’ t need the light on to know what was on today’ s date: S. A. T.
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