Paralysed

• Jasmin Pratt, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2014

I back up against the wall, paralysed, fixated on the creature creeping towards me, all grey fur, yellow teeth and crazy, furious eyes. I try to speak,but all that falls out is a gurgling noise, somewhere between a scream and a moan. How could I have forgotten? Why isn’t anyone helping me? I stare pleadingly into the eyes of the people crowding the room, skimming their faces, searching for aid. They gaze sympathetically back, but no-one steps forward, and I don’t really blame them. It is the usual routine. I straighten and try to seem brave, but my fear is eating me alive. A spot of drool drips to the ground as the creature’s tongue flicks out, preparing to put a voice to my doom. “Anita Chrisite, where is your homework?"