Ghost of a flea

You feel the life being sucked from you - is this the end? No. You soon awake with a soft shudder; your eyes open slowly, languidly. They find the clock on the wall measuring the passage of time, its revolving second hand cruelly mocking you as it demonstrates the fleeting nature and meaninglessness of life. You stare at this instrument of slavery until the final tick that brings the sound of the class bell tocks off its crooked face.

The school day is over. This fact, as usual, makes the rest of the sheep in your school happy, but not you. After all, what’s the use? What’s to do now?