MarkNorbert
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Trevor walked a little bit too far away from the bus. He walked around and when he found a nice spot, secured and unable to be bothered by someone, he let it all go. He let out a sigh of relief as he went on. Trevor scanned the area. It was a very forested area. A lot of green and the beautiful sounds of nature. Birds singing, wind blowing through his hair, him getting relieved. It was a good feeling.
Before he finished, he noticed that there was a small cliff in front of him and from a distance, what seemed to be a house. Or maybe a cabin? He titled his head as he looked at it from the distance, unsure of what it was. Then, he zipped his pants and buckled his belt. He was just about to turn around when suddenly, something pushed him off the cliff. It was a powerful push, like someone pressed their palms on his back and pushed him as hard as they could.
Luckily for Trevor, the cliff wasn't high enough to injure him, as he felt on his stomach, flat on the ground. The only injury he had was that he bit his lip in the moment of impact. Between grunting and swearing, Trevor slowly got up. Massaging his chin, as well as his lip, he turned around. Relaxed, but yet, feeling a little bit of pain, he said, "I swear, if this is one of your jokes, I'm seriously going to make this year a living hell--" he muttered as he turned then froze completely. He didn't moved, he didn't made a sound, hell, he didn't even blinked. He just stared.
In front of him, a horde. A horde of little children. It wasn't the fact that there was a horde of children in front of him. It was that all were pale. Their skin was extremely pale, their clothes were all white and dirty, some, little girls, were holding their messy stuffed toys, while the boys were just standing there. Their eyes had no iris. Completely white. And they were staring at Trevor. He couldn't tell, from the lack of irises, but he knew, by the way their heads were, that they were looking at him.
He didn't flinched. He didn't moved. His heart was starting to beat like crazy. His breath, heavier, faster. His legs, shaking. His hands were shaking. He kept telling himself, inside his stupid head to move, to turn around and run like hell. He yelled at himself, but his legs weren't listening. He yelled more and more and from his internal yelling, like they knew he was yelling, the kids opened their mouth, revealing nothing but blackness from their mouths and yelled. A high-pitch yell that could get you deaf. That type of yell that if you would hear it from a distance, you would run anywhere but in that direction.
Trevor fell down, on his butt and crawled while looking at the children screaming at him. His breath was more heavier, faster. You could even hear him gasping desperately for air. He couldn't take it anymore. It's a dream, he told himself. I'm in the bus, sleeping. I'm sleeping, I'm sleeping!
"Hey, teach! You okay?"
Trevor looked up as he heard the voice, what appeared to be a student. But then, the sight of horror came back to Trevor and he looked down, fast. But nothing was there. Nothing. Trevor's eyes were wide with amazement. But not the good type of amazement.
"I saw you fall down from the cliff and I rushed in to see if you're okay.", the student told him.
Trevor looked up at him as he slowly got up, brushing off the dirt from his clothes.
"Are you alright, teach?", the student asked, worried.
"I'm. I'm fine.", he said, his voice, shaking a little bit.
Wasting no more time, he got up and accompanied by the student, they went back to the bus, where Evelyn was waiting for him, her arms crossed around her chest, her face, red from anger.
"The keys! Now!", she yelled, without noticing his injured lip.
Trevor pulled out the keys from his pocket and gave it to Evelyn, his hand, shaking like crazy.
"Oh my God Trevor! Why are you shaking?" she asked him, worried. "Trevor! Your lip! What happened?". She got closer to him and gently pressed her fingers around his injured lip, inspecting it.
"I'm--I'm fine.", he said. "Here, you got the keys. Ready when you are.", he told her and walked towards the bus. Walking wasn't the right word to describe his movement. More like running. Once inside the bus, he quickly sat down and crossed his arms around his chest, looking throughout the window into nothingness.
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