Clocks.

The clock in my math room is extremely wonky so I made it into a story.

The clock declares that it's 3 o'clock in the afternoon. I blink and the minute hand moves as if it were the second hand and suddenly it's 4 o'clock. In a panic I look towards the cruel laughing faces of my classmates. Their faces begin to twist and scream in agony. I try to snap back to reality but I keep slipping back into insanity. I stare at the floor and begin to wonder if I am even here right now. 
"You're imagining this. This all just a dream," the daunting voice in my head whispers.

I begin to wonder if we have really been sitting for an hour. I dare to check the clock again. Now it's 5. Is this real? Is time bending? Could such a thing even happen? I stare at my school work and close my eyes. In my head I am falling through the rabbit hole into a strange room filled with clocks. They are all at different times. Some are moving quickly and some take an eternity to move. I plug up my ears to block out the blasted ticking. I am snapped out of my little day dream by a friend. I check my phone and it's 3 o'clock. I check the wall clock and it is 3 o'clock.