Realistic+Story

High school. The single most boring place in the known universe. The place where time slows to a crawl and education is shoved down our throats so fast there's no time to chew. Thats where I find myself now. Sitting in my 7th period Spanish Class watching the clock tick tick ticking the seconds away. The teacher is spitting Spanish at us with record speed. I can only catch a word or two of it. For all I know she could be insulting us or telling us her deepest darkest secrets, most likely the latter. Mrs. Sharp is notorious for her hatred of all students unlucky enough to pass through her door, you only take her class if you have no other options, like me. She's well named too, everything about her is pointy. Her short black hair, her thick high heels, her horned-rimmed glasses, her exaggerated shoulder pads, even her glare. All of them give her the effect of a walking pin cushion. I'm willing to bet that she has poked more then a few eyes out. The room is about 100 degrees and my class mates all have glassy looks in their eyes. I keep fading in out of consciousness. Sleep calls my name, whispering in my ear. Last night I had snuck out of the apartment to go for a walk. Needed to burn the energy caused by the buckets of soda i had injested while watching re-runs of //Funniest Home Videos// on tv. I ended up staying out alot later then I planned. It's a good thing I did too. God only knows what would've of happened if I didn't. The moon was high in the sky, partially hidden by darkened clouds. The street lights were dim and flickering like candles on a birtday cake. I walked all the way to the far edge of town. No one I knew lived out there and I've only been there once before when my dog Bosco had run away a few years ago. A family down the street from here had found him rolling in their flower garden. The houses on the left side of the street bordered Sly Forest. It was a huge sprawling forest, the kind that looked like it was straight from a fairy tail. I had a great veiw of it from my bedroom window. When I was little I thought that werewolves and unicorns live in it. Soon I came to the end of the road which lead to a run-down old house that looked like it hasn't been lived in for years. The windows we're smashed and the door was unhinged, it was only leaning against the door way. I was about to turn around and head back to my house so I could finally get some sleep, when I saw a small light flickering in the highest window in the house. Now that was unusual. My first thought was that some homeless guy was up there sitting warming his hands by a lone candle. But then the light grew bigger and brighter. Fire. I started to panic a little. I didn't have my phone with me to call the fire department so I ran to the nearest house and started banging on the door. No answer. I ran to the next house and pounded and shouted. Still no answer. Now I was really panicking. what was I supposed to do?