Walking In Troubleland

I love taking walks, but this walk I am about to take can be the most horrifying ever.

Friday morning it was, an entirety of darkness the next. 

I have never been filled with fear like this before. The sun on the horizon seemed to have lost its majestic shining glory. It almost looks like an eerily dark (darker than usual) night. At first it was silence but then came all kinds of gnashing sounds and shouting. The shouts could have been happy people shouting in a normal setting, but with the uncanny feeling of all joy is lost in this never-land, they give me shivers of the worst kind. I looked around, looked at my body, which is becoming a troubling shade of pale. I put my arms around me, hoping to fend off the cold bite of the wind, but it doesn't seem to come from somewhere, it is everywhere. There are no winds, just a ubiquitous frosty blanket, crunching through my bones.

I started to walk.

I took little steps from where I was standing. There were trees everywhere. I inspected the ground beneath me, and it looks like cement. I turned around to look for signs of life but there was nothing, just plain darkness and fog. When I returned to face my front, I was startled with a figure of a person, an oddly tall one. Filled with fear, I took steps back, but my curiosity granted me courage to try and find out who the person is.
But the question became a what, not a who.

The tall, human-like figure shone with a warm and kind light, and a pair of wings akin to an eagle's shoot forth from its back, and finally takes a glorious stance, encompassing my being with a feeling of assured safety and warmth. The angelic being was glowing brightly with a golden aura. It had tunic robes plated with some medieval soldier-like armor.
It spoke,

"Fear not now, I have been sent to guide you through The Nine Stations of Trespasses. Whatever may happen, do not wander off from me for the Fear would kill you in seconds."
Not knowing what to do, I just nodded to show that I would follow. The angel looks a lot like a man, so I would acknowledge him as a man for the time being.

We trod slowly towards a place that looks like a compound, or a school, but I can't figure much because there was a gate of ivory and cerulean blue at its front.
When the angel gestured something in the air, the gates opened, and a man of brown complexion stood behind it, his expression curmudgeonly. He carefully inspected me, his eyes focusing around my chest. I looked down on my chest too, quickly noticing that I'm donning a school uniform, probably this school's uniform, and an ID. He nodded bluntly, and the angel explained that the First Station and Second Station are situated at the entrance of the compound, for the Trespasses No ID and Late Arrival. 

"The first two Stations of Trespasses are the trespasses concerning propriety and punctuality, the Station of N.I.D., and the Station of L.A., respectively. The next three Stations are for anywhere on campus. You'll see," the angel explained.

We walked around the campus, noticing the number of trees. If it weren't so gloomy around here, the place would have been throbbing with life. While walking around, I also spotted mysterious figures with heads tucked down. I take it that they're students in this campus?

After a few moments, a bell rang, and a multitude of mysterious, dark, smoke-bodied humanoids ran to and fro. There were some who look at most of these humanoids, as if they were about to prevent something. Then, the angel spoke, as if he read my mind, "They are the Sentinels of the Earth, sometimes called the YES-O League. They reprimand and reduce the status of sections with littering students. They are the keepers of cleanliness in the campus. Third Station, the Station of Littering. The next two stations are instilled in the beings of the kindhearted students, where no specific Sentinel guards these stations, the Stations of Vandalism and Bullying. When certain cases are too much for these pseudo-Sentinels, higher ranked Sentinels are called, also known as teachers." Having nothing to say, I just nodded promptly. All these things are suddenly making a weird familiarity, but I shake the idea off.

We walked into a room in a building at the center of the school. Several minutes after the rush of the weird ghost-like figures, they settled down inside different rooms. The angel spoke again, "The last four stations are monitored by high ranking Sentinels called Teachers. The last four stations concern the gravest of offenses in the academic part of students: the Sixth Station, Late Passing of Requirements, including all homework, projects, and others; the Seventh, Manipulation of Scores in all exams and quizzes; the Eighth, Forgery of any degree in any requirements; and the last, the Ninth and ultimate Station, Cheating, in all homework, exams and quizzes, and the like. Offenses concerning the last four stations always result in varying degrees of punishments, most of them extremely serious."
After the angel spoke, all things have become clear to me: this campus is my own school! But then this realization of mine was all too late; the angel has vanished, and the darkness that once encompassed the campus is slowly fading.

I woke up to the image of a car seat.