Early morning by Charlene

At school on the field of horror all I could see is black, grey and white. Walking on the wet grass a breeze ran up my spine. It was at less 5:30am. The grass was so wet people could just slip in like mud. A pole vanished in the dark, grass was gone and class rooms were blobs. I walked up the grass, a shadow was there but... not mine. Beating my heart was. Felt as though I could have a hard-attack, could only see black blobs. The desk were gone, the green room was replaced with a black room. Perhaps the shadow is fat and sitting in the black room...