It was Wednesday afternoon, I had just gotten back from the cafeteria. Ivy and the rest of the staff I shared the office with, were yet to return. So I was the only one. I turned on my computer and tried to get back to work.
Someone barged into the office, banging the door behind him. I glanced up to find Saddam glaring at me. This was so unusual, I thought. Saddam could never show such expression on his face. Wasn't he the good boy?
"What is it?" I asked irritated at his behaviour.
He smiled snidely and trotted to my desk and hitting it loudly making me gasp in shock. What was wrong with him. How did he become like this.
He bent towards me, putting his elbows on my desk and supporting his head with his palm. He looked to dangerous right now. I wanted to stand up and run out of the office but I couldn't. My legs couldn't carry themselves even when I wanted them to.
