Ritchie staggered around the classroom, groping for anything to support him. He latched onto a desk as spots began to appear on his blurred vision. What was going on? DId the teacher just hit me? He couldn’t have, why would he do that!? RItchie’s mind was a tizzy of thoughts, he couldn’t seem to understand what was going on. The lights were going out around him though he was quite sure that they were staying on and he was simply falling asleep. No! He couldn’t fall asleep, he had to figure out what was going on first. Mr. Harmon approached him.
“That’s right Ritchie, go to sleep. Stop thinking. Just sleep.” he said, then kicked Ritchie in the stomach and walked out of the classroom.
Ritchie doubled over in pain. His body was falling asleep, his mind was still racing. The blow to the head that Harmon had given him should have rendered him unconscious immediately, but it hadn’t. The shot hadn’t been delivered quite strong enough, however, it still managed to force his body into sleep after all the struggle.