Mattierial

"Tick, tock, tick, tock." 'What is going to happen, it wasn't my fault, will I be punished' I was sitting there, alone in the office. The only sound was the clock. The only sights were the typical sights in my principle's office. The only feelings were the beating of my chest, and the pain on in my head. The only taste was the metallic blood in my mouth, from my now oversized painful lip. The pain almost brought me to tears, along with the thoughts of my soon pitiful life. 'I must not think ahead, or I will hate myself even more'. "Tick, tock, tick, tock." The sound itself almost drove me mad, almost. "Creak"............ 'the once quie