Them

Today I must go to that horrible place again.
 
That place filled with hundreds of those creatures, those terrible creatures.

They are absolutely everywhere, watching, looking, and searching for prey.

They travel in packs, that makes them feel safer, stronger.

Their prey is everybody; you must act like them, look like them, or they will target you.

But they don’t kill, oh no, they like to play with their food. They hurt you just enough so that you stay alive, and they will do it every day since they find out you're prey.

Why do they do it? Nobody knows.

But when they attack the satisfaction in their eyes is evident. They are worse than wild beasts.

Finally, the end of the day has come, time to go back.

As I get on the car and my mom asks me if I had a good day at school, I leave out a gasp of relief knowing that I survived another day in that horrible place.