Short story

It was the last day of term; Excitement was so thick, you could cut it. It was almost contagious. Students sat at their desks and waited. One student was so excited a bead of sweat ran down his forehead to the corner of his mouth. Licking his lip excitedly, tasting the happiness of the sweat, his lips cracked and nibbled from the waiting spots of blood drying into a scab on the surface of his bottom lip.

The clock on the wall seemed to be enjoying the student's suffering. The seconds felt like minutes and the minutes like hours. This term had been the worst, Tormented with exams, assignments and tedious revision.

Any minute now the bell would chime and all hell would break loose. The gates of hell would open and the demons would be unleashed into the summer haze.

The teachers even began to picture the warm sun, not having to get up at dawn, not having to see another teenager in a ridiculous uniform and having to yell at some idiot for not having any homework to give in.

Then it happened.

The school bell screamed for the end of school. A cheer roared in the classroom and in a matter of minutes, a stampede had broken out into the hallway, a nervous year seven going the opposite way looked at the oncoming traffic and gasped. 

Before he could turn, he was sucked into a whirlpool of hyped up teenagers.