bill kaulitz

The classes were boring, almost pathetic every time I heard my teacher talk about drugs and his passion for God. I saw most of the students listening without enthusiasm, and others sleeping, so, reluctantly, I rested my head on my arms against the table and closed my eyes.

The loud bang of the door startled me immediately. Still a little sleepy and confused, I found the classroom empty, so I assumed everyone had already left. I lazily packed my things before getting up and heading for the door. The handle seemed stuck, but after several attempts, I managed to force it open, causing me to trip absurdly.

I raised my head and my heart skipped a beat when I stopped recognizing that view that no longer looked like the hallways of my school.

Everything was silent. I got up, and the more I walked, the more unreal everything seemed. The corridors were endless, the warm light was eerie, and there was no sense of time.

The view changed slightly; some rooms contained armchairs, clothes, supplies, or simply nothing at all. I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard someone sneeze in the room I was about to enter, absurdly and quickly hiding behind a door.