Stuck at School

Death came fast,

I could barely hear,

The screech of tires,

And screams.

Now I sit in a little room,

There are other kids,

I look around.

Desks are everywhere,

Some kids are slouched,

Others alert and happy.

I guess it depends how long you've been here.

I'm confused as the teacher arrives,

She stands in front of us,

And writes on the chalk board,

Never talking.

The scratching hurts,

My ears are bleeding,

But there is no blood.

My head is ringing,

While I try to figure things out.

We are all dead here, aren't we?