It was an unusually warm October morning at William Tennent High School. The students began arriving as dark crows circled overhead.
The students shuffled through the halls--slowly reaching their lockers. Suddenly, a student screamed out in anguish! A dead crow lay in Martin's locker.
Martin ran in horror; the unusually warm morning turned frigid. The sight of the ominous crow took over his mind as he reached the bottom of the steps. There he stood--his blood froze--staring at his lifeless body lying on the floor.
The morning quickly faded as Martin timidly opened the school doors. Isolated from the world, he shouted in fear--only a crow recognized his screams.
The dark, morose crow perched itself on Martin's hand. "We know what you did. Your death is your repayment," the crow eerily whispered.
Martin ran back to school. This must be a dream, he thought to himself. When he reached the school doors, his memories rushed back. The crowded hallways were void of sound. All he could see--all he could hear--all he could feel--was death.