title: Blood Heir
genre: general fiction
It’s the first day back from spring break, and school already bores me to death. I am doodling on my desk and praying for something to make the hour go faster, anything to put an end to Mrs. Sheedy's incessant mumbling about the Underground Railroad.
Like a thunderclap, a knock at the door silences her voice. I wasn't the only one to get stirred out of a day dream in the classroom. We stare at the door, waiting to see who it is. Maybe my prayer is being answered, and I’ll have a chance to talk to my friend, Catherine, who is smacking on gum in the seat behind me.
We watch as our teacher puts down the chalk and walks to the door. It opens a crack, then an arm’s length. Her graying head pokes out.
My head tilts, along with everyone elses', as we strain to hear the conversation.
A gasp and a loud crackle makes us jump. Mrs. Sheedy’s body crumbles in the doorway, ruby blood pooling around her. We stand up in shock and start dispersing around the room.
Apparently, I wasn’t specific enough with my earlier prayer. Panic kneads itself through my chest, and causes it to tremor.
Someone grabs my feet and yanks them from under me just as shots are fired into windows of the classroom, and a man walks in.
I throw up my arms to keep my face from hitting the tile.
“Irena Brodsky?” a heavily accented, male voice speaks from the doorway.
Whispers current through my classmates, and the blood rushes to heat my face..