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School Day Chapter 1
By aragorn_8
DAY 1
~ CHAPTER 1 ~
A New Day, A New School
It was early morning and the sun was resting in the sky, shining sunlight on the new school. This school, Great Mills High School, was just opened and this was the students and teacher's first day. First School Day, that is.
Before now, the town had three different high schools, all small. One of these schools was having renovations done on it, and some of the new tar caught on fire, and burned the school down. Luckily it was during a holiday, so no one was hurt. It was all over the news in Heartfield and in the newspaper.
At first, they wanted to move the students that went to that school to one of the other small schools, but there simply wasn’t enough room, so they built small buildings made out of trailers, all in one area, and used that as their school.
Then, about half a year later, one of the other two high schools had a little problem. Their students kept reporting seeing rats, but at the time, no one believed them. Then a few of the students kept getting bit, and having to be brought to the hospital, which wasn’t far, since Heartfield was only a small town. After that, that school was closed down so they could send in exterminators to deal with the rats.
They had found a huge nest in the basement and killed all the rats, but the fumigation pealed pant off the walls above, on the first and second floors, and damaged people’s belonging’s in their lockers.
Since the school used to have a rat infestation, no one wanted to go back to it, so since two out of the three high schools were down, the School Board voted to build a new school. A big school, that could house all three school’s students. It was a huge project and they used most of their money on it, but it was state-of-the-art.
Once students and teachers both saw the school after it was built, they couldn’t wait for the first day of school so they could go there and check it out.
This school had four floors that could be seen from the outside and a basement level below ground. When it was first built, the construction workers messed up, because they had used the blueprints of a mall to build the school, but once they had the majority of it up, they couldn’t just take it down, so they built classrooms in and then built in magnetically sealed doors.
Once school was out, the doors were magnetically sealed and the only way to get in, would be to use a security card that only teachers and School Board officials had.
This morning was just like any other school morning. Cars were pulling up and parking on the side of the road, some almost too close to others, bikes were being locked up at the bike rack, skateboards being ridden and people coming to a stop when they see their friends, and people walking.
Some people took the walkway up to the door, others went across the grass, even though a teacher was standing outside, telling them not to walk on the grass.
“Stay off the grass, please! You can take the walkway!” He called out as he shielded his eyes from the sun and the wind lightly blew his suit.
Everyone getting there at different times, conversations taking place. There was some yelling as a car came to park, and lightly bumped into the back of someone else’s truck. The owner of the truck, a Grade 12 student, got out and started yelling at the person who ran into him.
For Jesus Jackson, he knew what was in store for him. As he walked across the street to go to the school, a group of three students ran by him, pushing him and ruffling his curly whitish hair, then giggling as they ran off. Jesus sighed as he straightened his thick rimmed glasses.
As he fixed his glasses, his fingers felt the tape on the sides, keeping it together.
At the side of the school, there was an area fenced off, with a swinging door in the fence and a stone garbage can in the middle. Old cigarette buts covered the ground as a group of people stood around, breathing in and out on their smokes, talking to each other.
Tons of other students and staff were entering the school. There were many kids around the school, inside and out, having both, nice conversations, and not so nice ones, a couple fights breaking out, fist fights, which teachers had to brake up, and yelling fights. A girl stomped on her boyfriend’s foot and ran off, after yelling something at him.
There was also geeky kids getting picked on, and guys trying to pick up girls. Old friends were meeting each other, slapping high-fives, or in the girls’ cases, hugging.
Two of these kids, seventeen year old Jeff Long and seventeen year old Edward Washington walked up to the school and stopped outside to look at it as the other kids walked inside. Jeff, whose full name was Jeffrey, brushed his dark brown hair back as he took off his sunglasses and put them inside his jacket pocket.
He, like all of his friends, had gone to the school that didn’t have any problems, and didn’t think there was a reason to change schools, but once he saw it, he couldn’t wait to go there.
His father was in the military and so he moved around a lot. The first place he lived, was Germany, but he couldn’t remember too much of that, because he moved away when he was only 8. After that, he moved to Newfoundland, Canada, where he had stayed for about six years. During those six years, he had made many friends, and even had a few girlfriends over time. One of these, he went out with for nine months, and then found out his dad was posted, and so he had to brake up with her and move to Heartfield, a small town in Alberta.
While there, one of his first friends was Edward, a dark skinned kid, the same age Jeff was. They had made other friends and enemies over the passed 3 years, some who themselves moved away, and some who didn’t.
Jeff and Edward have had their fights, and troubles, but they always were friends in the end. They even went to get their Drivers License at the same time, both passing.
"This new school is real nice!" Jeff exclaimed, looking up into the bright sunlight to look at the school. "I heard they had magnetic doors!"
"Yep!" Edward agreed. "This school looks really cool. Did you know that it's designed like a mall?"
"Cool!"
“Can’t wait to see the inside of it.” As they approached the thick, metal doors, there was a hum and the doors electronically opened outwards and as they got inside, they wiped their muddy shoes on the carpet.
Inside the school, it looked pretty much like your average school, only bigger, and with a lot more students and teachers. It had it’s number of hallways, and on the walls were painted murals of different countries from around the world, showing people, buildings, and locations.
There were muddy shoeprints all over the recently cleaned, shinning floor, from those students who didn’t bother wiping their shoes.
As Jeff and Edward started walking down the halls, a girl, about thirteen years old, ran up to them with her friend. This girl, Dirisha Crosley, was in Grade Seven, and lived on the same street as Jeff. They hung out sometimes outside of school, and talked on the phone, but rarely ever talked or anything in school, because people kept bugging them about how a Grade Seven and Grade Eleven shouldn’t be hanging out because of the age difference, or those other people who kept saying they should go out, even though they were just friends.
“Hi Jeff.” Dirisha greeted. Her friend next to her was Andrea. She was a bit taller then Dirisha, and less talkative.
“Hey Dirisha.” Jeff said. “Have you been around the school yet?”
“Some of it. Holy Crap, it’s huge!” Dirisha exclaimed, moving her arms out to show that the school was big.
“We’ll be checking it out soon.” Jeff said. “What do you have first today?”
“I’m not sure yet. I have to go get my schedule. I didn’t get mine at the end of last year.”
“Ok. Well, talk to ya later.”
“Bye.” Dirisha and her friend turned and walked down the hall. Next, Jeff saw Travis walk by, but he didn’t say anything. Travis was another Grade Seven, who used to pick on Dirisha, and Jeff went to talk to him, but he ended up sending him through a locker. Travis had never picked on Dirisha since then, and has been fairly scared of Jeff.
Dirisha got mad at Jeff over that, because Travis said that she told Jeff to slam him into a locker, even though she didn’t. Jeff had only seen Dirisha almost crying, and asked her what the matter was, and she told him, and then he went and ‘talked’ to Travis. He was only trying to help.
As they walked, they noticed that some people were having trouble opening their lockers, and others didn’t. One kid kicked his locker so hard, he started limping. Also, there were other people walking the halls, having conversations.
As Jeff and Edward walked down the hall some more, a tall kid, Steven Tucker, ran up to them. Steven had lived in Heartfield his whole life, and while he never really had anything against Jeff, he and Edward were bitter enemies. Ever since Kindergarten, Steven was always on Edward’s back, teasing him, playing pranks, doing things, then saying Edward did them. He had caused Edward to fake sick so he didn’t have to go to school during Elementary a lot, and since they’ve entered High School, Stephen’s even tried beating him up a couple times.
Steven himself, though, belonged to a nice family. His parents weren’t the richest, but they sure had a lot of money, and Stephen’s practically gotten whatever he’s wanted since he was a little boy, and he’s not use to people saying ‘No’ to him.
"Hey Jeff!" Steven said as he got to them. "I told Allison!"
"No!" A few days before, Jeff had seen Stephen in a local convenient store, and he had a secret that he had to get off his chest, but didn’t know who else to tell. He didn’t want to tell Edward, because he would bug him about it, and up until then, Jeff and Stephen had been cool with each other, so he decided he’d tell him.
"What did you tell her, Steven?" Edward asked.
"That Jeff has had a big crush on her since he moved here, but has been too scared to ask her out."
Edward got a smirk on his face. As soon as Jeff saw that smirk, he knew what was coming. "Jeff, I told ya, don't trust Steven with your secrets. He tells everybody."
"Shut up, Edward!" Steven yelled with hatred. Then he turned and walked away, down the hall, into the crowd of students.
"Oh Well." Jeff said. "I was gonna tell her this year, anyway." He lied and he knew that Edward knew. Jeff could like someone and never tell them for as long as he lived.
"Sure!" Edward said slowly, joking.
As they walked down the hall, brushing past other students, Edward got an idea. "Hey, lets explore the school before the bell rings! Dirisha said it was big, so we should get an early start.”
"Ok!" Jeff agreed. He pulled back the sleeve on his jacket and looked at his watch, moving it, so the glare of the lights didn’t reflect off it, creating a glare. “We still have a few minutes left before the bell rings.”
They started walking some more, exploring the school. As they walked, they looked at the murals on the walls.
A couple minutes later, they walked into the cafeteria. They stopped in their tracks as they gazed into huge room, empty of students. It was a giant room filled with tables and chairs, the chairs laid on top of the tables, upside down, and small restaurants were lining the wall.
"Wow!" Edward exclaimed, looking around. "This is just like a food court in a mall! We've got KFC, Taco Bell, Pizza Hut, and more!"
"I love this place!" Jeff shouted. They started walking across the floor, their steps echoing throughout the room as they looked at all the restaurants that they had. After a few minutes of looking, they turned and headed back across the room.
Right as they were about to leave to go back out into the crowded hall, a girl wearing a red spaghetti shirt and long blonde hair tied back into a pony tail walked in. This was Allison Luk.
“Hi, Jeff.” She said smiling.
“Heyyyy.” Jeff said slowly. She passed by them and started looking around the room. Jeff started nudging Edward out of the room and into the hall. He finally managed to get Edward into the hall and they started walking.
After a minute, Edward felt like he had to brake the silence between him and Jeff. “I think she likes you." Edward said. Jeff turned and glared at him. He knew Edward wouldn’t leave him alone about this once Steven told him.
Suddenly an electronic buzz sounded through out the school and some students jumped, some screamed, and others practically ignored it.
"Crap!" Edward shouted. "We're going to be late for our first class. We're already starting off on the wrong foot!" Now that he thought about it, him and Jeff were too busy exploring the school, they didn’t even bother to see what they had first, or where the room they had to go to was located.
Jeff and Edward looked around the halls and saw that all the other people were still wandering about.
"Well at least we're not the only ones." Jeff pointed out.
"Everyone listen up." A voice filled the air and Jeff looked around and saw an intercom on the wall. The voice was coming from there. That must be the voice of their new principal. What was his name? Jeff remembered that he saw it written someplace. Johanson? No, that wasn’t it. Jillbob? No. Johnson, that’s right. Mr. Johnson. He hoped he was better then they’re old principal, Mr. Joi.
The voice continued and all the voices in the hall, from the different students quieted down, except for the rare couple, who then tuned their voices down to a whisper. “Hello students and staff, I’m you’re new principal, Mr. Johnson. Please disregard the bell. I understand that many of you are lost or exploring, this is a brand new school, and it’s pretty immense, so I'm going to go easy. There is a big map on the wall outside of the office in the main hallway. You may use that to help you locate your classrooms, so find your classes and report to them before 9:00. Anyone in the halls after nine will be written up. Have a nice day and enjoy the new school." Then the intercom turned off and the voices in the hall began to rise up again as people went about their conversations.
Jeff felt his heart sink as he played back in his mind what the principal had said. Anyone in the halls after nine will be written up. That meant they were using the new demerit system. You get demerits for doing certain things, like being late for class, or talking back to a teacher, basically if you display any inappropriate behaviour, then you’d get a demerit, sometimes even more and be written up. Once you got a certain amount of demerits, certain privileges were taken away, like you wouldn’t be able to go to after school activities, or participate in school sports teams, things like that.
"Man!" Edward shouted. "I don't even know what I have first."
"We should find out.” Jeff suggested.
Edward looked at his watch. "Well we better hurry. We only have ten minutes left." They both dig into their pockets quickly, moving stuff around, and pulled out their schedules and unfolded them.
"I have English first!" Jeff stated with a smile.
"You like English?"
"Yeah! Remember? I love to write stories. Especially Horror stories."
"Oh yeah!" Edward hit himself on the head. He couldn’t believe he forgot that! He had read everyone of Jeff’s stories, and so had a lot of other people. Jeff was most well known around their old school for writing stories.
Edward unfolded his schedule, which was wrinkled beyond belief, and straightened out the bumps and lines as he looked at it. His eyes soon lit up. “Hey, I also have English first!"
"Let's see what else we have together!" Jeff suggested. They both put their schedules up on the wall, next to each other, and started comparing their schedules.
Jeff looked at his and saw he had English first, then Science, then Computers, Industrial Arts, and Social Studies. Edward looked at his and saw that he had English, Math, Music, Home Economics, and Science. They both looked at each others schedules and saw that they even had Lunch at different times.
"Man," Edward complained. "We don't even have lunch together!"
"Oh well." Jeff sighed, taking his schedule and folding it back up in his pocket. "We should make the best out of English, then."
Edward looked down at his watch to see what time it was. "Crap!" Edward yelled.
"What?"
"It's 8:58. We're gonna be late!" they whipped around and looked around the hall and saw that they were the only ones left. The other students must have left when they had their backs turned, looking at their schedules.
"Come on!" Jeff yelled. They both rushed off down the hall, their feet echoing as they ran. After a few minutes they reached the office. Outside the office, on the wall across from it, was the map of the school.
"We have to find Mrs. Furankee's room!" Jeff said in between breaths, catching his breath. They put their fingers on the map, tracing it along the different halls, trying to find their English room and find out how to get there from where they were.
"Damn it!" Edward swore. "Why does this school have to be so damn big?"
Jeff answered, "You have to take the bad with the good." he said, agreeing with Edward silently.
Suddenly, the bell rang, making an electronic buzz throughout the school. "Oh man!" Edward yelled, giving up with the map and turning around, putting his back against the wall.
"We're dead meat now!" Jeff complained. Him and Edward walked away, and down the hall to where there was a couple benches, and they sat down on them, looking at the floor.
Jeff heard footsteps and looked up. What was that? He blinked, but didn’t see it again. He had seen a dark shape at the end of the hall, go around a corner. He could have sworn he saw the back of a Grim Reaper costume, but it must have been his imagination, so he shrugged it off and went back to looking at the floor.
"I want to go home." Edward mumbled. Then he opened his mouth wide and yawned. "I want to get the hell back in bed."
"Cheer up." Jeff said looking up and at the wall on the other side of the hall. "Today may be cut short. I heard a severe snowstorm is working its way up the coast, and snow should start to fall this morning or tonight."
"Did you get that off of Steven? He’s full of bullcrap lies."
"No. The News." Jeff said. “It was all over the weather network and radio.” Jeff had found it strange when he first heard about it. Heartfield rarely got lots of snow, and they had never had a blizzard for about a hundred years. When he first heard about it, he didn’t believe the blizzard would actually hit, but he had to say something to cheer Edward up.
Mr. Stuart walked down a hall. Frank Stuart was in his early 40's and was a Hall Monitor. He started off as a janitor at a business building when he was 19, refusing to go to university or collage. While there, he met another janitor, the same age as him, Julie.
They started talking day after day, and having their brakes together. As time went by, they got close, and started going out. By the time they were twenty-two, Frank and Julie had gotten married and moved to a small town, just North of Heartfield. They stayed there for many years, Frank being a janitor at a local Elementary school, and Julie getting a Bus Driver licence and job, and drove kids to school.
They had stayed there for many years, but one year, the pay was bad, and Frank was forced to steal money from the school safe in order to keep their house. The school found out and fired him, as well as brought him to court and charged him.
Julie was also fired from her Bus driving, because she knew that Frank had stolen the money, and agreed to keep it, so she was in on it as well.
Once that news got out all over town, no place would hire them, so they were forced to move to Heartfield, which from what they heard, was a nice little town with very little violence.
They couldn’t get a job, mainly due to no place hiring, but when they heard about the new school opening, they went to the School Board, and managed to get Hall Monitor Jobs.
Mr. Stuart turned a corner and saw a dark skinned teen and a white teen sitting on a bench, talking, but he couldn’t hear what they were saying because he was too far away. He breathed in as he started walking towards them.
He had a walkie-talkie in his left hand, but only static was coming from it. He only had that incase of emergencies.
“Shouldn't you kids be in class?" He asked. The teens jumped up and stood to face him.
"We can't find Mrs. Furankee's room." The White teen announced.
"Follow me." Mr. Stuart sighed.
Jeff and Edward was following Mr. Stuart down a hall. Once they got to the end, they turned a corner and Jeff saw a staircase. They started up the staircase and down another hall. Man, this school IS big! Jeff thought as they turned another corner.
As they walked down another hall, Mr. Stuart broke the silence. “This school may be big, but it's easy to navigate. All the English rooms are in the English hall, all the Math rooms are in the Math halls, ect."
"But this school is new." Edward said. "How are we suppose to know where the different halls are?"
"You can look at the map by the office, or ask a staff member to assist you." Then he came to a stop and pointed at a door at the end of the hall. “That’s the room you’re looking for.”
"Ok." Jeff said. "The class has probably already started without us, so see ya!" Jeff and Edward started to run down the hall when Mr. Stuart called them back.
"Wait! Get back here." The two teens stopped and hung their heads low as they turned and walked back to Mr. Stuart slowly. "I'm still going to have to write you up. Now what are your names?" Mr. Stuart pulled out a device that looked like a calculator, but was a bit thicker. This was The Dica.
"Our names?” Jeff asked. Mr. Stuart nodded. Jeff sighed. “Jeff Long."
"Steven Tucker." Edward lied. Jeff turned to look at him, a surprised look on his face. He couldn’t believe that Edward had just done that! Steven was going to kick his ass!
"Thank_you." The Hall Monitor typed out the names on The Dica and a minute later, a printing noise was heard as two pieces of paper printed out. Mr. Stuart ripped them off and handed them to Jeff and Edward. "Now get off to class." Mr. Stuart ordered. He then turned and walked away. Jeff and Edward watched him go around a corner.
"Man!" Jeff shouted. "My first demerit and on the first day. They should give us a break."
Inside Mrs. Furankee’s class, kids were seated in their seats, some turned around and talking, others silently looking up front, to where the teacher was, trying to get their attention.
Suddenly the door opened and everyone hushed up as Jeff and Edward slowly walked in. They handed their demerit slips to Mrs. Furankee.
"Nice of you boys to join us." The tall, curly red_haired teacher said. "Now, for the next few minutes, greet each other. Get to know one another."
Jeff and Edward walked down an aisle and took a couple seats next to each other. Most students turned and talked to their friends, some put their heads on their desk and tried to catch up on their sleep, and some did turn around and talked, trying to make new friends.
Jeff and Edward turned and talked to each other. All around them, they kept hearing parts of other conversations, but they never paid attention to them.
“Look." Edward pointed out by nodding his head. Jeff turned part way around in his seat, and saw Steven sitting in a desk by the window, bright light shining in on him, with his head down on his arms, on his desk, sleeping.
"Man!" Jeff complained. "Hopefully he’ll sleep like that in this class for the rest of the year." Jeff had really started hating Steven since that morning, and he had a funny feeling that Steven was going to tell more people.
"He probably will." Edward knew that Steven was a slacker, and he wondered how he even made it into Grade Eleven.
"I can't believe you told Mr. Stuart you were Steven.” Jeff said, changing the subject. “If Steven ever finds out, he'll rearrange your face!"
"Nah. Unlike last year, I stick up for myself this year. I learned a lot over the summer." Edward had been picked on by Steven so much in the previous years that over the summer, while Jeff was on vacation, Edward had taken a Self-Defence class to keep him pre-occupied over the summer. He knew how to handle himself now.
Jeff changed the topic again. "Look! Their’s a bunch of other people from last year at our old school here.” he pointed as he looked around the room. “There's Leticia, Allison, and Candice over there." He pointed to the three girls. Candice was a bit chubby, and not very attractive and Leticia looked kind of like a younger version of Nelly Furtado.
"Ok class," Mrs. Furankee said. "You have a few minutes left." Everyone ignored her as they carried on with their conversations. She went back to her desk and continued going through some papers.
Leticia’s chair scraped against the carpet as she pushed it back to stand up. She walked across the room to Jeff and Edward. "Hey guys. If some snow falls, you want to go out sliding by my house after school with me, Candice, and Allison?"
"If enough falls. If it’s just flurries like we’ve always had, then probably no." Jeff said. "But if we get a blizzard, then when the blizzard ends, yeah."
"Ok." Leticia turned and walked back to Allison and Candice.
"Hey Candice," Jeff shouted over. Candice looked over at him. "Can't you read? No dogs allowed!" Edward laughed at Jeff's insult. Candice glared back. Jeff and Candice weren’t really friends, but they weren’t enemies either. Ever since Jeff moved there though, they had always thrown insults back and forth for fun.
"Shut up, Gimpy!" Candice shouted back.
"You first, Dogchow!"
"At least I'm not accident prone!"
"Shut up! That was last year. This year I'm a whole new person." Jeff smiled.
Candice stuck out her tongue and then she stood up and walked over to another group of her friends and started having a conversation with them.
Allison and Leticia started talking to each other after Candice had left to talk to another one of her friends.
"I need you're help." Allison said.
"Sure, what is it?" Leticia asked.
"Steven told me Jeff really likes me. But I don't know if this is true or not because every time I flirt with him he acts weird. And besides, it was Steven who told me. He’s one of the biggest trouble makers around. Can you find out whether he likes me or not? Because I like him, and before I ask him out I wanna be sure he likes me."
Allison and Leticia looked over at Jeff and Edward, who were talking. Jeff glanced over at them and he and Allison made eye contact briefly, and then he quickly turned back around.
"He does." Leticia said as her and Allison turned back. "You can tell. He's just a shy guy, that’s all. I'll still find out though."
"Thanks." Allison smiled.
Jesus Jackson, the nerd that was being picked on at the beginning of the day was also in this class. He got out of his desk to go to the front, and on his way, one of the other kids stuck out their leg and Jesus tripped on it, losing his balance and flying forward.
Jesus heard a soft amount of laughter from the group of people who tripped him and as he started standing, he thought, Why does everyone pick on me?
He got back to his feet and walked up to Mrs. Furankee's desk.
"Mrs. Furankee?"
"Yes, Jesus?" The teacher looked up and took her glasses off.
"I need to make a call home. I forgot my lunch."
"Sure, go ahead. Be quick though, I'm about to start the class."
Jesus turned and rushed out of the classroom, just missing a couple of paper balls, which hit off the wall and fell to the floor.
Brad Turner, another student of the school, was walking down one of the many halls, looking for his class. He had slept in and arrived late, and he hadn’t had time to look around, so he really didn’t know where his class was.
As he was walking, he heard footsteps echoing close by and turned his head around, but no one was in the hall to be making the footsteps. At least not that he could see.
"Hello?" he called out. All he heard, was faint voices coming from a couple of the classrooms close by, but that was all. Besides from that, all he heard was silence.
Brad started to feel scared and he quickened his pace.
Jesus was on the way to the office, when he too, heard footsteps echoing close by. He looked all around the hall, up and down, but couldn't see what was causing it.
He shrugged it off and continued walking, ignoring it. Soon enough, the footsteps had got quieter and quieter and the sound faded away.
Around a corner, a teacher with high_heels walked down a hall, making the noise with her shoes and she hurried to her class.
Savanna sat in her seat quietly and she pulled her long brown hair back behind her ears. Savanna was Allison’s younger sister, who liked picking on nerds. Luckily for her, Jesus’s sat in front of her. The teacher stood up and walked to the front of the class.
“Ok class, I’ll be handing out a course outline and we’ll be going over it.” she handed a thick wad of paper to a student, who took a sheet off the top and passed the rest on. Part way through the handing out of the course outline, Jesus walked back in the room and quietly took his seat.
Once all the paper had been handed out, Mrs. Furankee started explaining the course outline. Savanna tapped Jesus on the shoulder and he turned around as Savanna whispered to him.
“Hey Jesus," Savanna whispered. "I heard that Allison likes you."
"What?" Jesus shouted in his squeaky voice, causing the teacher to turn around.
"Jesus, Be quiet." Mrs. Furankee ordered.
"Yes Mam." Jesus turned back around as the teacher continued explaining.
Savanna leaned forward to whisper in Jesus’s ear. “She told me herself."
Jesus turned back around to face her again. "Your sister likes me?" Then he thought for a minute and during that minute, his face turned beat red like a fire. "Why do people enjoy picking on me? Why am I always the centre of pranks?" he shouted out. “Why can’t you people just leave me alone?!” He hated how everyone always picked on him, and he wished that he could move to a different town.
Mrs. Furankee turned to Jesus. “Jesus!” she shouted. “I’ve told you before to be quiet and you didn’t listen. I’m afraid I’m going to have to write you up.” Mrs. Furankee went over to her desk and took out her Dica and started pressing buttons.
Soon, a piece of paper printed out and she walked down to Jesus’s desk and placed the paper in front of him.
“What?” Jesus shouted. “I’ve never gotten a demerit in my life! I’m not a bad kid!” Mrs. Furankee ignored turned and walked up to the front, ignoring Jesus’s sniffling.
Jesus’s eyes had began to water as he placed the piece of paper in his pocket. Behind him, Savanna snickered and that snicker haunted him for the rest of the class.
In another class, a girl with shining black hair sat in her seat, slouched back. In this class, she stuck out like a sore thumb, for she was dressed all in black and her lips had black lipstick covering them. She had two earings in each ear plus a nose ring and a tongue ring. She was wearing a black leather jacket, but under that she had a shirt on, that showed her stomach and her bellybutton was pierced as well.
She had pink streaks in her black hair, and a silver cross hung around her neck. She taped her straight fingers on het desk, making a clunking sound. On her fingers, she had numerous rings, which were clunking on the desk.
The teacher at the front of the class turned around and pointed a finger at the girl. “Can you stop that please?” The male teacher asked.
“Sure.” The Girl replied as she continued taping. Then she blew a bubble with her gum, and it made a loud pop! As it exploded and she sucked it back inside her mouth. “But I won’t.”
The teacher sighed and went to his desk, taking out his Dica. “What’s your name?”
“Angela.” The Girl replied without much emotion. She didn’t mind getting in trouble. She was used to it. Her parents kicked her out as soon as she turned 18, and it was a wonder that she managed to make it all the way to Grade 12.
All of her friends were in Grade 10 or 11, having failed a couple times, except for those who had dropped out. Angela should have been done school, but she only failed once, and was thinking about dropping out this year.
She was the average trouble maker that every school has a plentiful supply of. She was out doing drugs and stealing cars by the age of 13, and she had been smoking since she was 10. She had lived in Heartfield all her life, and she just started hanging out with the wrong crowd from the beginning.
She used to only do drugs and drink on the weekends, but ever since she failed, she was also drinking and doing drugs during the school week. She was never known for doing her homework, but that was because she was rarely in school. She skipped almost everyday, and only showed up once in awhile, on occasion.
She also had a big problem with authority. She was always talking back to teachers and mouthing them off.
“Last name?” The teacher asked.
“Coates. Angela Coates.” She popped her gum again and the teacher looked up from his Dica at her, and gave her a stern look as the glass bursted out laughing.
“Thank-You.” The teacher said coldly as a piece of paper printed out and he handed it to Angela.
Angela took it, and as the teacher turned to walk back up to the board, Angel took the paper up to her mouth and spit her gum into it, then crumpled the paper around the gum and threw it.
It soared through the air and hit off the wall next to the door and fell down into the garbage can. The teacher turned around just in time to see it fall into the garbage, and he turned back around to face Angela.
“Next time stand up and place it in.” He said.
“Whatever.” Angela shrugged as she folded her arms and put her head on ehr desk, closing her eyes and falling into a deep sleep.
At Morning Break, Jeff and Edward were walking by tons of other students, the same kind of scene as the morning.
"What do you have next?" Jeff asked.
"Math." Edward answered. "God, I hate Math."
"I have science next with Mrs. Wolfington."
"I heard she's a real mean teacher. Really hard on her students"
"Looks like I'm about to find out."
"Hey guys!" A voice called out. They whipped around and Mike ran up to them. Mike had a mushroom cut and he was supposed to have glasses, but had recently got contacts put in. His mom worked with the School Board and so she was really strict on him about school work, and his father always agreed with his mother. Because of that, he’s never really had very many friends, because his mom had never let him go out except if it was to his hockey practice or games.
He’d lived in Heartfield ever since he was 2 years old, and so everyone knew him. He was in Edward’s class since the beginning and Jeff was in their class since he moved to Heartfield.
“Guess what? I won my hockey game last night!"
"For once!" Edward joked. They all burst into laughter as they walked down the halls, passed the other students.
As they walked, Dirisha, Andrea, and one of their friends walked by and as they did, Dirisha and Jeff smiled at each other and they passed by each other.
"What do you guys have next?" Mike asked.
"Math." Edward answered.
"Science." Jeff informed him.
"Cool!" Mike exclaimed. "I have science too!"
Allison, Leticia, and Savanna were walking up a flight of stairs, some people on them, but not as much as around the halls.
"So," Allison asked. "Leticia, have you asked Jeff out for me yet?" Allison felt her hand go sweaty as her heart stopped and she planned for the worst.
"No. I haven't seen him since class ended." Allison felt her heart sink, knowing that Jeff didn’t know. Right now, at this moment, she didn’t care if he said yes or no, she just wanted to know how he felt so she could decided weather to proceed to ask him out, or get over him.
"You like Jeff?" Savanna asked with a smile, stopping, causing the others to stop.
"Great!" Allison said as she threw her arms up and then leaned against a rail. "Now my sister's never going to stop bugging me."
“Come on.” Leticia urged. She lightly tugged on Allison’s sleeve and Allison unwillingly gave in and they started walking up the stairs some more.
They walked onto a platform in between sets of stairs, and started walking across it to the next set of stairs, when they looked over and saw the elevator doors closing with a ding sound. Inside it, someone was dressed as the grim reaper in a cloak and hood. In one hand, was a pole, and on the top was a long pointed curve spike. Grim Reaper slowly raised his free hand, part of the sleeve hanging down, and pointed a finger at them as the doors close. On his hand was a glove.
The doors dinged close.
"Some one must have their months mixed up." Leticia said, her eyes wide. “They must think this is October, not September.”
Savanna tried to hurry them away. "Let's get out of here." She said slowly, still looking at the elevator doors as they slowly walked across the platform. Allison looked around and saw that no one else but them had been around to see the figure.
They soon reached the next set of stairs and turned all the way around and walked up them fast, Savanna almost tripping on one of the steps.
“So Savanna, are you going to try out for cheerleading this year?” Allison asked. In their old school, Savanna had been on the cheerleading team, and she liked it, so Allison thought she might try for this school.
“Yeah. Try outs start tomorrow after school, so tomorrow I’ll be late getting home.”
“Sounds cool.” Leticia said. “Hope you get in.”
“Thanks.” They continued walking up the steps, heading to their next destination.
Outside in the Smoking Area, among the casual smokers, Angela and her five Goth friends stood around each other, talking as they breathed in and out on their cigarettes, the air in the area smelling of cigarette smoke as the sun beat down on the cold town.
Amy, one of Angela’s Goth friends, asked, “So Angela, what are you doing after school?”
“I don’t know. Probably the same thing I’ll be doing all afternoon.”
“What’s that?” Nick, another of the Goths asked.
“Sitting at home, getting stoned.” Angela answered as if it was obvious. She had grown up with Amy, Nick, and Jill, but Rob moved to Heartfield about 3 years before and he was a Goth when he came, so they got along from the beginning, and then the year before, an average kid moved there, David, and after a couple months, he started going out with Amy, so Angela and the other Goths started hanging out with him as well, and after some time, David became a Goth. Him and Amy had since broken up, but they were still friends. There were others to their group, but they had all dropped out of school, so they only hang out with them when they aren’t in school.
“School is such a drag.” David sighed as he breathed out, casing smoke rings to drift in the breeze.
“Tell me about it.” Jill agreed. She looked through the fence and out at the forest across the field that was behind the school, and the others followed her gaze. “I’m going to be going there to skip tomorrow.” Jill announced. “Anyone coming?”
The others all agreed and they continued smoking, waiting for the bell to ring.
After a couple minutes, Angela threw her cigarette on the ground and flattened it with her shoe. “I’ll catch you guys later.” She said as she started to turn to go in. “I have to use the bathroom.”
Down in the dark, musty, dusty basement, there was a power generator attached to a wall, and the back up power generator beside it. They were large square devices with wires sticking out, going into the wall.
Mr. Stuart was in the basement, moving boxes around. He shuffled one across the floor and then picked up another and laid it on top. He went to pick up another, and he felt the strain on his arm muscles as it started to slip.
It fell out of his grasp and crashed to the floor, braking sounds echoing in the basement. Mr. Stuart winced as he waited for the echoing to stop. Suddenly he heard the bell ring.
Better get up there. He thought to himself as he moved towards the elevator. He stumbled on a loose piece of floor and fell forward, but put his arms out and his hands struck the cold surface of the closed elevator door.
He straightened up and reached out and pushed a button on the wall and soon enough, there was a ding and the elevator doors opened.
Mr. Stuart walked on and turned around, pressing another button and a second later the doors dinged closed and he felt his stomach sink as the elevator started up.
He looked to his side and suddenly saw someone dressed all in black, wearing a grim reaper costume. Where did he come from? Mr. Stuart could have sworn that this person wasn’t here when he got on, but he must have been. Mr. Stuart must have been looking at the floor, or his mind must have been elsewhere.
"Ha ha!" the Hall Monitor laughed. "Nice costume, kid. You better get to class. The bell just rang."
Grim reaper slowly shook his hooded head and raised his scythe up in his hand.
"Now you cut that out! I'm going to have to write you up." Mr. Stuart took out his Dica from his pocket and asked, “Now what’s your name?”
Grim Reaper snatched the Dica out of Mr. Stuart’s hand with lightning speed and threw it on the floor, causing part of the metal plating to brake off. He then put his shinny black boot over it and slowly put weight on it, a crunching sound revibrating through the elevator. He removed his boot and all that was left were pieces of metal crunched into a pulp.
"Hey!" Mr. Stuart started to loose his temper due to this act of discourteousness. "You're in big trouble now!" he said in a threatening tone.
Grim Reaper clutched his scythe with both hands and pulled back with it. Then he swung, the cold steel of the blade going through the flesh of Mr. Stuart's neck, slicing his head off. Blood splattered the walls of the elevator as if someone had given a four year old red paint.
Grim Reaper reached out and pressed a button and the elevator came to a sudden jolting stop and started moving back down to the basement.
Once the elevator got back to the basement, the doors dinged open and Grim Reaper walked out and laid his scythe down and he entered back into the elevator to grab Mr. Stuart’s lifeless head in one hand. He dragged the Hall Monitor’s body with his other hand and walked across the basement, over to the furnace.
Grim Reaper laid the dead body and head on the floor and he opened the door to the furnace with a squeak and he felt the heat coming off the fire that was roaring inside.
He picked up Mr. Stuart's body and heaved it into the fire, then he picked the head up and also threw that in. He then proceeded to shut the door, leaving the body and head to burn and melt inside.
6/8/2002 3:14:37 PM
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