by Aira Julie F. Gianan
My day seemed to go on and on. I just wanted it to be over.
We still had 13 minutes left, though.
In those 13 minutes, I was sitting quietly in my bedroom-turned-classroom, hoping and praying not to be called.
All of the sudden, Maria, my classmate, messaged me.
“Who’s with you?” she said.
I told her it wasn’t the best time for jokes. Time was slower than ever.
“I’m not kidding! I know you’re alone, Gia,” she insisted.
Maria was then called to recite. I wanted to play the same joke on her, but when I was about to send my message, I saw a dark figure behind her. It suddenly smiled at me with sinister eyes as if it knew my deepest, darkest fears.
“Maria! Someone’s behind you.”
Maria started shaking. Unable to continue with her recitation, the professor suddenly called my name.
As I was about to speak, the class group chat blared with panicked messages from my classmates. They told me that there was someone behind me.
She’s back.
THE BARRISTER 