Every spring i forget about CGS freshman and then they’re here and I’m like fuckkkkk

By Annabel Friedman | Photo by Ana Savitt

Spring sprang

I walk down

Down 

Down

The STREET. 

The wind blowing in my face, whatever it’s fine.

Then then then then then out of nowhere

I hear this clomp. Clomp. Clomp. Someone is following me

A STABBING PAIN SHOOTS THROUGH MY SHOULDER

I turn around to face this presence.

“HI THERE WHAT’S YOUR NAME.”

The noise pierces my eardrums, blood gushing out of my eyes I SCREAM

But no sound can come out. Instead a crumbly mixture is shoved down my throat 

“I JUST GOT HERE WANT TO TRY THESE COOKIES I FOUND THEM ON THE STREET”

I am blinded BLINDED. 

By the bright bright light of

This infant’s eyes

SHINING with enthusiasm.

My senses are overwhelmed, i cant see, i cant breathe, i cant hear a word, deafened by the screeches. 

LEAVE ME ALONE i manage to muster. 

I run

Clomp

Clomp

Clomp

THEY FOLLOW. 

I duck into a classroom, finally safe 

As i turn and the door closes with a thud i expect silence but it only gets louder

My eyes finally focus and i see

Oh. no. they’re everywhere.