Dollhouse

Chapter 1

This is for my Cambridge lessons at school. This is also my first ever story, and it had to be very descriptive.
Hope you like it

(story time)
I smell the fear from the previous class as soon as we walk into the tiny classroom. The horrible high pitched voice is already attacking my ears causing me a headache. As we sit down the fish looking monster already storms to our table, wanting to take our phones so we can't escape from the awful reality. I shift uncomfortably in my wooden chair, it feels like splinters are poking through my jeans. When the complaining monster took all our phones, she screams in a high pitched tone that makes you want to put your hands over your ears "Homework on table ! I want to see everything when I'm at your table!". As soon as she reaches the table from the frightened boy who didn't make his homework she starts screaming again 'You didn't do your homework! I want you to come back after the lesson so I can give you your well-deserved punishment!'. Her voice sounds so terrifying that I'm afraid for the boy, what is she planning to do ? Usually when she lets students stay longer, they never return to any class ever again. But I don't have to worry, I did make my homework. When the mysterious evil teacher reaches my table, she checks my homework. 'You forgot something !' she exclaims almost as if she sounds happy to make more students suffer 'I told you to remake this exercise ! you didn't ! You have to come back too.'. I looked at my friend Jennifer in terror, she tried to calm me down but I just couldn't think of the horrible things that might happen after class. Every minute felt like an hour, my blood is rushing through my veins. I smell all the sweat and fear of my classmates, I can even taste it. The evil teacher had finished checking our homework, she gave us three more pages homework. While we were working on the homework, she noticed that a boy was chewing on chewing gum. She smirks and gets up, her greasy hair doesn't move because of the greasiness. 'Stan, would you like to come to the front of the class?' She asks in a bittersweet voice. The boy who isn't afraid of anything, looked a bit uncomfortable as he walks to the front. When he walks by, I smell a mix of his awfully sweet perfume and pure fear. He doesn't want the monster to ruin his image, so he just chuckles 'Of course miss fish' he says, then he realises that he made a mistake. The fish looking teacher looks at him with no emotion in her eyes, I wonder if she is a robot. 'Spit out your chewing gum, on your hands.' As he did what she ordered him to do, she starts talking again 'Now you are going to smear the gum all over your hair. And massage it good into your scalp. ' She tells him 'Or else I'll do it for you' she says in a tone that gives me goose bumps, and not in a good way. The terrified boy starts doing what she says, as the fish grabs her massive scissors that look like they can mow grass. 'This is what happens if you dare to chew on something in my class! You are no cows !' she screams as she cuts the boy's ruined hair off. The boy is now crying because of the harsh cuts in his usually perfect hair, it looks like Edward Scissorhands gave him a haircut.
As the time went by I feel the taste of bitterness in my mouth, and I think those are miss fish her feelings. I get more terriefied than ever when the bell rings. Jennifer wishes me good luck, but she knows that she probably won't see me again. As the last student leave, it's just me, the boy and our creepy teacher. She locks the door and I feel the last breeze of  pure oxygen blow against my skin. Miss Fish unexpectedly pushes a button what isn't usually visible. An old wooden door appears, which is the door to the long hall I walk in. 'You will regret that you exist. You will regret every time you played with a doll. ' she mumbles more to herself, what makes me more scared. She leads us through a long hall with a scary vibe, I even feel a little bit of a breeze as if ghosts are whispering in your ear. I gasp as we walk by a window. There are all the students who went missing the past years, all dressed up in dolls clothes. 'You are next. You will stay here the rest of your miserable life. You will work for me and behave like I want you to behave. Your names won't be your names anymore.' She gives me a baby pink passport, and she gives the boy a baby blue passport. I look in it and see a picture of a doll who exactly looks like me. 'These students are the students who are in progress.' She leads us to another creepy dark hall, it smells like burned hair and death in this hall. We walk by another window and all I can see are dolls who look like some of my old classmates. Their facial expressions look as if they screamed until their last minute. I can see my missing friend in a doll's face, and it's disturbing me. As if.. She is in there. But it can't be my friend, right ? These dolls just look like humans, they are not real humans who froze or something.. I tell myself, trying to fool myself.
To be continued...