It felt like a normal day as I headed to school. I had woken up, devoured my breakfast, and got set to go about my average day: but something had felt off.
Already headed on the morning drive to school, the feeling was still lingering with me. As I arrived at school, the feeling just grew stronger to the point where I almost felt sick.
I headed into my normal English class, hoping that today would be an easy day of work. I sat down at my normal seat beside Tom, who had been sitting beside me the whole term, and began my normal day for the first half hour of class.
At this point the feeling was overwhelming, proving to be an issue for me as I could not pay any attention whatsoever to anything going on around me. As a result of this, I felt the need to head off to the class washroom, which I had never used before in my time at Blyth. Trying to figure out what was wrong with me, I started to become overpowered by the feeling and started to black out…
When I awoke the feeling had completely passed. I felt rejuvenated, as if some miracle vaccine had been shot into me while I was out cold. Completely confused by this, I still was trying to figure out what the feeling was, and what just happened. “Oh well” I sighed as I exited the bathroom to come to a sight that confused me even more.
It seemed everyone had completely switched seats and dyed their hair the opposite colour. I was taken back by this. Nevertheless, I continued back to my normal seat. Instead of Tom sitting beside me, this time it was Sam, who had been sitting across the class for the whole term and was usually awfully quiet. This time around Tom greeted me cheerfully with an energy I had never before seen in him. Strange. I never thought he would be this energetic or outgoing towards anyone, but here he is engaging in conversation with me. Before I could ask what was going on, I was interrupted by a familiar, yet different voice.
This was the teacher, Mr. Cohen. He announced that everyone had aced the previous assessment, which was extremely strange; he was known as one of the strictest markers in the school. He also spoke with a slightly French accent, which differed from his signature English accent. He continued and proclaimed we would be playing a game today in class, based around what we had learnt yesterday. This was very exciting for me, as we had never played a game in class before, but in spite of this, the rest of the class seemed like they were expecting it; as if it were an everyday thing. I was expecting an English game, something about what we had learnt thus far, but what I got was drastically different…
Written by JD Shoniker