In The Classroom

I'm finishing up my school work in class when I notice something in the window. The creature stares at me with its cold, dead eyes. I start to tremble in fear as many thoughts cross my mind.
''Will I die?''
''Why is it here?''
''If I'm going to die, how will I escape?''
Palms are sweaty. Knees weak, arms are heavy. It's falling out of my pockets already. Mom’s spaghetti.