"Hello class I'm Mr. Connor, I'm very happy to be your teacher this year. We'll get along very well I just know it." I got the chills as he smiled at us. I looked down quickly glad that I got control over my body again. What's happening? Is this punishment for not telling people that they were going to die. How the hell was I suppose to tell them! Hey you're going to die by being murder. They would of thought I was crazy.

I looked back up at Mr. Connor, his aura still a sickening shade of green. I didn't think I would see another person with a sickening shade of green ever again. I mentally shook my head, not wanting to remember what I went through in the past. I closed my eyes trying to figure out how to get out of this mess.

"Ms. Rogers!" I open my eyes and see him standing close to my desk. I panic a little and try to get my fear under control. "Is something wrong? Are you feeling ill?"

"O-oh ah, n-no I'm fine. Just thinking a little too hard."

"Oh is that it." His smile looked off a bit as he continued to walk around the class telling us what we're going to be learning in the class. Oh god, I hope I didn't just quicken my death sentence. I looked at the window. Thank god, it's still the same, but I need to find a way to fix that. I'm not about to die in this hell hole.

"Ok then class. I want you all to tell me about yourselves on a piece of paper. The questions I want you to answer is on the board. I'll give you a couple of minutes to answer. After that I want you to pass them forward." He sat down on his desk and watched everyone in the room as they worked. I quickly looked down at my paper and started writing. Huh? Why does he need to know our greatest fear. Wait! Is he going to use this information to kill us off. Two can play at this game Mr. Connor. I write down fake information and pass it forward after I'm done. I watch Mr. Connor take up the papers and plan my escape in silence.