I'm Raven, and I'm unable to concentrate during math class. No, I don’t have ADHD or anything like that. See, the only problem with my math teacher is that whenever I look at her, her eyes glow red and I get shivers down my spine. So I tend to avoid eye contact with her. You may think I’m going crazy. You may wonder if mental delusions or schizophrenia run in the family. The answer is no (at least, as far as I know). I kinda agreed with the maybe going a bit crazy for quite a while - ever since the start of middle school three months ago - but uh…I just had the craziest day. After my math teacher transformed into a demon and pulled out a glowing blue sword, shot lightning around the classroom, and terrorized the students, I was chased through the school because apparently every admin here was also a monstrous entity who wanted my head off my neck really badly. Was that a bit of an overload? Well, let me explain. The bell rang for third period, so I raced off to D118 - my math classroom. Even though I hated the math teacher, I hated my parents even more, and I would be so grounded if I was late again, and I was all the way across the campus. So after I ran down the stairs, speed walked to the other building, and weaved in and out of groups of chatting people shooting me weird looks, I lined up and breathed a sigh of relief. As the teacher began going over monomials and the power-of-a-power rule, I stared down at my math book, wishing I could go to history as I had never before. My parents told me signs didn’t exist, but I disagreed. The fact that the math teacher was wearing all black felt like a bad omen to me. Suddenly, I heard a beeping sound. I looked up, and realized it was just the loudspeaker. I slumped again, figuring it was just another student being summoned to the office. But no, of course not. It was the principal, speaking in a slightly off tone. Slightly gravelly, he said, “Ms. Q…it’s time.” I blinked, confused. Suddenly, I heard something crackling. The math teacher whipped out a giant sword that looked straight out of medieval times (but blue, glowing, and with lightning and runes all over it). She smiled. Someone whispered, “Is she like cosplaying or something?” “Raven, little Raven, where are you?” Ms. Q whispered, in the same gravelly voice. I quivered, and then made the bold and slightly stupid decision to run. Ms. Q shouted something unintelligible, and suddenly I heard doors opening. It was the teachers, but they were red. And had horns. And claws. And wings. And, oh great, the list never ended…scales. The one closest to me hissed. They were all giving me a death stare, and that creepy feeling I had near Ms. Q. Speaking of Ms. Q, she was hot of my tail and screamed, “Catch her! She must not escape!” Ms. Q had also transformed into a red monster. (520 words)