National Candidate

*A Premonition hit me, much more like a nightmare in broad daytime. I'll be locked in a cabin facing brutality against Satan. There's nowhere to go because Satan himself is that place's God.*

It's a good start for the day as the sun shines through the classroom window. The voices in the hallway vanish as the classes started. The students of class 10-A focus on staring at the board as they listen to their teacher's droning voice as the chalk she holds screeches with the board which has a mirror above it, but someone caught her attention. In the last row near the window lies a girl sleeping in her armchair. Nerves popped up her teacher's head.

"Evergreen! Who says you can sleep in my class!?"

As she looks up under her long brown hair, she sees the whole class looking at her. With the dizziness in her mind, she stands down and bows with her blue watery eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Rose."