Vanishing Classroom

Ever have a class of children disappear every single day? As a teacher, I have dealt with a lot of things in a classroom. Maybe a child gets ill, maybe a kid gets a nosebleed, maybe you’ll get bombarded with an army of paper planes. But the current class I teach has a very odd and consistent habit of slowly dying off every day and then coming back the next like nothing happened. 
The typical day goes as follows: all twenty two kids arrive... no, twenty, because kid twenty two passed away in their sleep (I know from the hysterical sobbing call I get on the phone every day) and kid twenty one gets ran over by one of the morning buses. 
Twenty kids arrive at homeroom, and we stand up to do the pledge of allegiance. At the line “and justice for all”, a rogue hunter’s bullet from the woods strikes kid twenty through the skull. There's no shock from the kids, and I have long since become desensitized to this routine, so we get on with our morning reading. Kid nineteen volunteers to read a section. They slip up and the other kids laugh. Filled with shame and embarrassment, kid nineteen stabs themself repeatedly with a no. 2 pencil. And as soon as we finish the story, a bookshelf of heavy books falls over and crushes kid eighteen to a pile of blood, bone, and tissue. Before you know it, it's recess time, and four more kids vanish. 
Kid seventeen is mauled to death by rabid squirrels. Kid sixteen asphyxiates on a tetherball rope. Kid fifteen falls out of a tree face first on a fairly sizeable rock. Kid fourteen gets lost in the woods, never to be seen again. 
“Hold recess inside!” they say, but it doesn’t matter where recess is held, those kids will always die. During indoor recess, kid seventeen has a fatal seizure after consuming toxic paint, kid sixteen asphyxiates with a jump rope, kid fifteen pretends to be King Kong until they trip and impale themself on some sort of toy, and kid fourteen asks to go to the bathroom and is never heard from again. 
Recess ends, and math class begins. Kid thirteen sees a bird outside the window and excitedly runs over to it, but trips and falls out of said window. Kid twelve sneezes so hard they bash their face into their desk, causing their nose bone to break off and go into their brain. 
Kid eleven gets electrocuted from a pencil sharpener. Kid ten complains of a stomach ache; almost instantly afterwards, they explode, covering the rest of the class in their innards. Again, there's no shock from the students, and by that point in the day, it’s time for lunch. 
Kid nine chokes to death on a sandwich. Kid eight’s milk carton is filled with bleach. Kid seven has a lethal allergic reaction. Kid six slips into a deep fryer. Kid five mistakes rat poison for loose sweets. Eventually, lunch ends with only four kids left for our last class of the day, which, depending on the day of the week, is either science or social studies. But that isn’t important, nor does it matter. 
One of the kids throws a paper airplane which pierces kid four through the eye and into their brain. Kid three accidentally cuts their arm off in a paper cutter, and kid two can’t take the pressure of being one of the final two and has a brain aneurysm. 
This leaves little kid one at the end of the day. They leave school with no problems whatsoever. No catastrophes, no surprises. They get in their mother’s car and drive home with no issues. It's not until I'm home later in the day that I get that damned news broadcast on my TV. “A man in a drug-induced rage broke into a family’s home, killing everyone in the house with a rifle. Amongst the victims were a husband and wife and their child...” And the child was kid one… 
No matter what I do, the cycle will continue again and again and again. Many readers of this may chalk me up as unsympathetic based on the ways I describe this situation, but truthfully, that’s as far from reality as one could go. It’s painful to watch all of my students go out in such cartoonishly horrid ways. I could hardly sleep the first seven times I got stuck in the cycle, and after that, my grief for the children never went away… I just got tired. I can’t really imagine anyone being anything other than tired after seeing children die every single day, with no way to help them, and with nobody out there to actually help do something about it, for the past few months. I’ve just gotten exhausted from this curse, to the point where all I can really do is wait and see if it will actually stop. Dear god, I hope it does.
Category:Weird
Category:Dismemberment