The lightest touch tickled the skin on the side of my eye
I brushed it away
Just one of those annoying bangs
I thought to myself
As I continued to take notes from the bright, stimulating power point.
There it was again
But now I could see it
Time turned to slow motion
It wasn’t just my bangs
It was a spider
Hanging from a silvery thread, that was its web
Right in front of my face.
Not a single move,
The clock stopped,
All I saw was Lizzie’s face drop in realization.