Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20160616153604/@comment-36855838-20190622123007

Deriyaka draws a slip from a box beside her.

"Dennis. . . Blakely!"

I stand, and make my way to the stage.

"So, I just spin this wheel here?"

She nods.

"And I get to go unpunished until I do something wrong?"

"Ye-"

"Alrighty then!"

I'm about to spin, my hands on the wheel, when she says, "No, Wait!"

But I've already spun.

"What, what's the matter?"

"You get punished anyway!"

The thundering click-clack of the turning wheel forces us to shout.

"For what? You mean to punish me for something I didn't do?!"

She looks extremely exasperated.

"YES, that's the whole point of this assembly, unjustly punishing everyone, until the guilty parties confess!"

The wheel finally rolls to a stop, and I see brown fur in the painting from the corner of my eye.

BANG

Before I can craft an adequate response, an explosion startles the crowd, a man with a strange necklace, thick robes, and a rifle stands by a red-rimmed portal, his compatriot waving boys through.

Ms. D collapses before my eyes in a spray of blood.

I plunge, my petty point forgotten for pure rage, possibilities lost, a life taken, retribution to be had, my heart filled with hatred.

I tear the wheel off it's stand, the indicator reading minotaur, and hurl it like a discus.

Though my weapon sails like an enchanted frisbee, it does nothing, the portal closed while I was preparing to throw, and it crashes into a row of empty chairs.

I crumble to the floor, defeated.

The school nurse, a Unicorn, arrives to patch up our principal, her injury surprisingly fixable.

Ashamed, I fetch the wheel and set it on the stage, kneeling before our now mended leader.

Her face seems odd, and it takes a moment for me to realize why, her mouth is smiling, nobody had ever seen this woman smile before.

As she looked out over the auditorium, now empty except for me and the front three rows of students (only seniors), her smile only grows, the curve of her lips carving up her face like a cake before a starved man.

The corners of her mouth climb higher, her eyelids shut tight, her teeth on full display, four of them stretching, growing.

Wings sprout from her back, and her furred legs turn from white to black, much like the fur of our school nurse, whose husband had been seeing a vampire.

As the truth dawned on me, the principal lunged, landing on a lad in the front row, who had been called to her office quite frequently lately.

"MINE!"