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School Day Chapter 2
By aragorn_8
~ CHAPTER 2 ~
Revealed Secrets
Jeff was in Science, his head on his folded over arms, on his desk, trying to pay attention. He felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, but forced them to stay open as sleep tried to take over.
Mike was sitting across from Jeff, sitting up, but not really paying attention. Both were in the front row, towards the middle. Mrs. Wolfington, the Science teacher, was writing something on the board, most people copying it down, but Jeff was just trying to stay awake.
Mrs. Wolfington was a short, plump woman, dressed liked a pilgrim. She had lived in Heartfield all her life, and had been a teacher for about twenty years.
She turned around to face the class and opened her mouth to speak. “Class, everyday you will be having a short test on what you learned, including today."
"But we haven't learned anything yet." A kid said. Jeff and Mike both suddenly had a feeling of dread towards that class. Jeff hated tests more then anything in school and having one everyday was a nightmare.
"It'll be from what you learned last year." The class all groaned as one voice, making it perfectly clear that they thought that the rule was unfair.
Mike leaned over to Jeff. "Guess the rumours were true. About her being mean."
"A test everyday? What's up with that?" Jeff felt very angered.
"Edward should be happy he's not in here." Mike sulked. "I'm going to fail for sure."
"I guess I'm just going to have to put my writing on hold." Jeff said. And everything else. He added in his mind. He was really going to have to try hard in this class. Suddenly what he had said to Edward earlier came back: You have to take the bad with the good. Boy, did he regret saying that.
"Oh yeah, you like to write horror stories." Mike remembered.
"Yep. I got a copy in my bookbag of one of them if you want one."
"Ok."
Jeff reached down into his bookbag and started moving a couple of binders and pieces of paper around, until he saw his story. He pulled it out and Mike saw that it was a bunch of computer paper stapled together. "Here." He started to pass it to Mike, when the teacher suddenly snatched it away. She walked back up to the front of the class and tossed the story in the garbage.
"No passing notes in my class!" She demanded.
"But," Jeff tried to explained. "It wasn't a note. It was one of my stories I wrote."
"Don't talk back to me young man!" She yelled at him. "Go sit in the seat over there." She pointed to an almost empty row of seats that were next to the windows. Jeff sighed as he got up with his bookbag and school supplies and walked over to the desk she pointed at and sat down in it. He put his head on his desk and looked out the window.
He was really going to hate this class.
Back over where Jeff had moved from, Mike looked over at him by the window and started to feel sorry for him. He turned back to the front, scared of disobeying the teacher.
In Edward's Math class, everyone had their heads on their desk as they listened to the teacher ramble on about math. The only person who was paying attention in the sea of bored students was Jesus, who was taking notes. The sound of his pencil scribbling against his paper was like Niagara Falls to the other students. It was the only sound in the entire room, except for whenever the teacher opened her mouth to speak.
Edward looked to his side and saw a beautiful girl with brown hair sitting there. He suddenly got a confused look on his face, for he had never seen her before. She kinda looked like his last girlfriend, only this was a white girl.
She turned and looked back at him and Edward formed a smile that was returned by the girl as the teacher continued talking.
Jeff was sitting in the desk he was moved to, still looking out the window, not paying attention to his teacher. She had been rambling on about what they were going to be learning that year, and Jeff lost interest after the third word came out of the teacher’s mouth.
Jeff sighed and breathed out on the window for the hundredth time. Suddenly he noticed something and he wondered why he didn’t notice it before. He had the urge to try a theory, so he lifted his head and breathed out on the window again and saw that it wasn't fogging up. He raised his hand to ask a question.
"Yes, Jeffrey?" Mrs. Wolfington answered as she turned and saw his hand.
"Why aren't the windows fogging up?"
"Good question. The windows are bulletproof glass. Easier to prevent burglary."
"But they can still come in through the doors though."
"Every door leading in is very thick and made out of pure steal, and magnetic locks. Once they’re closed, there's no way to open them except with a certain access card. And every window in this school is made up of expensive unbreakable glass. This school is totally safe from burglary. Not to mention all the alarm systems this school also has."
"Is it all really necessary?" Jeff asked. He wondered what the school had that needed so much protection.
"Yes! This school has all kind of state of the art computers and other equipment that lots of people would love to get their hands on. And if there’s a person with a gun walking around, it makes lock down easier." Lock down was a protocol that the students and staff had to follow if someone with a gun was seen inside or around the school. It made it hard for the person to find people once they put lock down into effect.
"Cool." Jeff whispered as he turned back to look out the window, not really caring.
Mrs. Wolfington turned back around to continue to write on the board. A tall kid that was friends with Steven, who sat in front of Jeff, turned around to talk to Jeff.
"So Jeff," Dillon whispered. "Steven told me that you like Allison." Dillon and Steven had been friends for about 3 years, and when they were both together, they were trouble. Dillon was kind of the opposite then Steven, though. Steven didn’t have a problem with Jeff, but hated Edward, and Dillon hated Jeff, and didn’t have a problem with Edward.
Dillon and Steven usually went drinking together every Friday night, and they always went everywhere together, including going on double-dates, which didn’t last long for both of them. Dillon himself had lived in Heartfield his entire life, but never met Steven until three years before, at a bar he had sneaked into to. He had seen Steven there and went to talk to him, and found out that he too, had snuck in. They started talking, and soon after, they were best friends, finding that they had a lot in common.
Jeff looked at Dillon with hate in his eyes. "Just shut up, Dillon." he mumbled through clenched teeth. He really didn’t want Dillon to make a big deal out of this, and he really didn’t want anyone else to know either.
"Or what?" Dillon asked, sneering back, challenging Jeff.
Mrs. Wolfington turned around after hearing Dillon and saw him turned around, talking to Jeff. "Jeff, do you want to go to the office?" she asked in a stern voice.
"No." Jeff mumbled back.
"Then be quiet!” She stamp her foot as she yelled. She saw Dillon turning around, snickering. “And that goes for you too, Dillon."
Dillon finished turning around, still snickering and slumping back in his seat.
Edward was having his lunch in the cafeteria, which was filled with other students. The room was packed with students sitting around in tables in groups, or some, like Edward, by themselves. Others were standing and talking, and some were in line ups at the different restaurant stations, some line ups longer then others. The smell of hundreds of different foods filled the air and made people’s mouths water.
Edward was' sitting by himself because Jeff's lunch was at a different time. In this school, different classes and people had lunch at different times, so the halls and cafeteria wasn’t over-crowded.
Edward took a bite out of his sandwich and looked up, just in time to feel his heart sinking as he saw Jesus walking towards him. He better as hell not be coming to this table. Edward thought nastily as he glared at Jesus, hoping against hope that he didn’t sit with him.
"Hey Ed, can I sit next to you?" Jesus asked once he reached the table.
"Go away." Edward mumbled to Jesus as he looked down at the table and took another bite of his sandwich. It was a peanut butter sandwich, which he hated for the very same reason that he needed a drink at that moment - the peanut butter always stuck to the insides of his mouth.
"But I have to tell you what happened last night. It was dreadful!" Jesus exclaimed. Edward rolled his eyes as Jesus continued. "I was playing Carnivores and Hunters and when I got in my jeep, I didn't know how to control it!”
Oh boy, Edward thought. Here he goes. He really needs to get some nerd friends that act just like him. There’s plenty in the school.
“I pressed all the buttons, moved the mouse, and I still couldn't get it to work and there was a big dinosaur coming right at me!"
"I don't care." Edward interrupted. He then rolled his tongue inside his mouth, trying to get some peanut butter off the roof of his mouth.
Jesus either ignored him on purpose, or simply didn’t hear because he continued on. "And then the dinosaur attacked and ate me and I lost all the stats I gained. But it wasn't over yet. I was so mad..."
Edward finally lost it. Too many people probably already saw Jesus talking to him, and Edward was getting annoyed by him. He had told him he didn’t care, so what was this kid’s problem? He interrupted by shouting, "Jesus! I Do Not Care!"
Jesus's face suddenly started turning red as every head in the room turned at the shouting and saw Jesus as he got a sad look on his face and everyone in the cafeteria began laughing at him and throwing pieces of food. He turned away, his head hung low, and walked away, out of the cafeteria. Soon afterwards, everyone was back to their original conversations, as if nothing had happened and Edward went back to eating his lunch alone.
A couple minutes later, a white girl with long brown hair walked up to Edward's table. "Can I sit here?" She asked in a polite voice
Edward looked up as he finished his sandwich and saw that it was the girl from his Math class. "Yeah sure." Edward answered, a smile forming on his face.. "You're Jamie, aren't you?"
"Yeah." Jamie pulled out a chair and sat down in it. "I sit next to you in Math."
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Edward asked. He was sure he heard someone that she was going out with some kind of over protective jock. Not the kind of person you want as an enemy.
"Yeah. His name’s Neil. He plays on the football team. You know since he joined, they haven’t lost a game in two years?”
"Well we better not sit together.” Edward said, his smile fading and going back to his lunch. He opened a can of pop and began sipping on it. He looked back up at Jamie. “I heard he was way over protective of you."
"Ah forgot him." Jamie waved her hand as she smiled. "I'm going to dump him soon anyway." And that was the truth. They had been going out for a year and 2 months and Jamie hated how she could never talk to any other guys because if Neil ever saw, then the next day, that guy was in the hospital. Neil had to know where she was practically every minute of the day, and if she didn’t tell him, he’d follow her, which he ended up doing the majority of the time anyway. She was half scared to dump him though, because when she started going out with someone else, she knew that Neil would try to do something to her new boyfriend. That’s the only reason she never broke up with him sooner, but recently, she found she had a huge crush and Edward, and she just might go for it.
Edward opened his mouth to say something, when he suddenly felts a hand grasp his shoulder from behind. He was picked up and whirled around to face a strongly-built teen who had orange hair and a school jacket with the football team’s logo on the back.
"What are you doing with my girlfriend, Boy?" The person, obviously Neil, asked, raising a fist, still grabbing Edward's shirt with his other hand.
Edward smiled. He was going to enjoy this. "Oh not much. We were just talking about how bad of a boyfriend you are!"
"I should wipe that grin off your face!" Neil said back, about to throw a punch. Who did this punk kid think he was? Messing with his girlfriend and then talking back to him. He was going to make him regret ever coming to school.
Across the room, Mr. Stuart's wife, Mrs. Stuart, another monitor was leaning against a pole, monitoring the room, as she suddenly saw the commotion between Edward and Neil, and saw a bunch of other people at nearby tables watching.
She sighed and started walking towards the two boys, about to brake them up.
"Neil, put him down!" Jamie shouted, tears starting to form in her eyes. God, she hated how Neil never lets her have any friends unless they were girls, and even then, he was still a little over protective of her. It’s not like she was going to turn to a lesbian on him, though if he kept acting like this, she might actually start considering, just to get out of the relationship.
Jamie stood up and walked over to Neil and lightly pushed him away with her hands. Neil let one hand down, then finally let go of Edward, forcing him back down in his seat.
"You better watch out from now on, boy!" Neil spat at Edward and walked away, putting his arm around Jamie.
Jamie turned her head back around and mouthed, ‘Sorry’ to Edward, who just looked back with an evil glint in his eyes. He wanted to get revenge so bad at Neil, but also felt relived that Jamie got him out of possibly going to the hospital. This wasn’t turning out to be such a good day after all.
He continued to eat and drink, looking around, feeling very uneasy.
Mrs. Stuart saw that a the two boys weren’t going to fight and that everything had gone back to normal, so she turned and went back to her spot, continuing to monitor the room.
Out in the hall, Jamie and Neil came across a few of Neil’s friends that were on his old football team from their old school.
“Neil!” One of them shouted as they approached. “Try-outs for Football starts tomorrow. We’re all going at the same time, want to join us.”
“Sure.” Neil slapped them all high-fives as they cheered. “Our old school had the best football team, now this one is going to be the best.”
“Well catch ya later, man.” They knocked their knuckles together as Neil and Jamie continued walking their way, and Neil’s friends walking in their direction.
The bell soon rang, ending the first lunch and beginning the second. Students rushed out of the cafeteria and to their lockers to get their books for their afternoon classes, then off to their next class. For people who were just about to start lunch, it was the other way around. A few minutes later, the late bell rang and the halls were practically empty except for the odd person here and there.
Jamie and Neil were taking their time walking to class. Neil had Jamie leaned up against a wall, kissing her. Once the late bell rung, they slowly pulled away and started walking, Neil’s arm around Jamie again.
As they were walking, their footsteps echoing in the hall, a different set of footsteps could be heard besides theirs, but they ignored it, thinking it was another student or teacher going in the same direction as them.
From around the corner, a person dressed in a black cloak, making the person look like Grim Reaper walked, their shining black boots squeaking as he walked, his scythe sideways in both hands, the cold metal spike pointed down to the floor.
He followed them from a distance. It was time for one of them to depart from this world
Mr. Fink, the computer class teacher, was explaining the course outline. Mr. Fink was about 45 years old, and was a little chubby, but fit. All around the computer room were lava lamps of all kinds, the lava, different shapes and colors in different lamps, were floating around. Mr. Fink had always been fascinated by lava lamps, and had a huge collection at his house as well.
When he was in the middle of explaining the course outline, the door opened and Jamie and Neil walked in. They walked down an aisle of computers and sat at two computers that were next to each other, and started logging in.
"Why are you late?" Mr. Fink asked, turning to face them.
Neil responded in a rude tone, "Because we are!"
"Well you're not excused, so..." Mr. Fink trailed off as he walked to his desk and took out his Dica and asked for their names.
"Jamie Hammond." Jamie replied nicely, but frowning. Mr. Fink typed in her name and pressed the late button. A copy of it soon printed out and he ripped it off and walked towards her and handed it to her. She took it and placed it in her pocket.
"And you young man?" He asked Neil as he turned to face him.
"I'm not getting a demerit man! My dad said that if I get any, I'm off the football team!" Neil yelled. “They need me! I’m their best player!”
"I'm sorry, but I have to. It's part of my job." Mr. Fink explained, not really sounding sympathetic, because he wasn’t. He hated jocks. They passed school just by doing good in sports. They can flunk every class, but be on a winning sport team and still graduate. "Now again, what's your name?"
Neil remained quiet, ignoring the teacher. Jamie elbowed him and gave him a stern look when he looked at her.
Mr. Fink sighed and turned to face the rest of the class. "Does anyone in this class know this young man’s name?"
"Anyone speak, I'll send you to the hospital!" Neil shouted out as he quickly stood up, also facing the class.
Mr. Fink turned on him, angrily. "That's a threat to my class. I'm calling someone to come and assist you to the office, young man!"
"Screw you!" Neil yelled and gave him the finger. He turned and ran across the room and out the door and down the hall, his running footsteps getting quieter and quieted as he got further away.
The teacher sighed again as he rapidly walked towards the door and closed it. It was locked, so Neil wouldn’t be able to get back in. When he turned around to walk away, the hood of Grim Reaper popped up and looked through the window in the door. No one noticed this because they were all looking at their computers. A minute later, the figure was gone again, as if it was never really there.
Mr. Fink started talking to the class. "People like that don't belong in this class and I will see that he's removed. Now the rest of you seem like nice people and I'm looking forward to teaching you. Now, while I'm handling this unfortunate matter, I want you to open Visual Basic 6.0. this is the program we'll be using for the next while."
While the class did as they were told, Mr. Fink walked over to his desk. He laid The Dica down and a picked up walkie_talkie and turned it on. "Stuart? Come in Stuart. White male with orange hair is in the halls. Find him and escort him to the office. He threatened my class. You read me?"
No answer, just static came from the walkie-talkie. That was odd, Mr. Stuart always answered. It seemed unnaturally eerie as he only heard the tapping of computer keys and static fill the room.
Neil was sitting on a closed toilet in a bathroom. After he ran out from class, he had gone down a couple flights of stairs and to the first Male’s bathroom he came across and ran in the bad smelling room and over to the closest stall and slammed the door closed, locking it. He then sat on the closed toilet and began thinking.
"I'm a fool." He said out loud to himself. "I’ve got to learn to control myself. It’s these types of things that’ll get me in even more trouble."
Suddenly, he heard the sound of the door to the bathroom open and close and a second later, he saw pitch black boots slowly walk across the floor, one step at a time. Then they stopped in front of his stall.
Neil looked back up at the door, as if expecting it to open, but nothing came. He held his breath, but still nothing happened. He started to move his eyes down to see if he could still see the boots, but instead, he heard a whooshing sound and saw a shining scythe blade swing under the stall and he felt immense pain as he saw his own feet get chopped off from his legs!
Neil screamed out in pain as blood from his leg's stumps leaked out all over the floor, causing the red liquid to spread like water from a leaky pipe.
He fell off the closed toilet and onto the floor with a hard ‘thump’, bumping his chin off the floor. As he cried and whimpered, he dragged himself under the stall and towards the door, leaving a trail of squirting blood behind him.
As he approached the door, he started to reach up to turn the handle of the door, but the scythe swung down from someplace behind him and dug into his back with a sickening crunch, pinning him to the floor, causing more blood to leak out.
Neil’s head shot up, a silent scream escaping his lips as blood slowly trickled down his chin fro his mouth. Then his eyes rolled up into his head and he thunked back to the floor, lifeless.
The scythe was lifted up, out of the body and the gloved hand of Grim Reaper reached down, laying the scythe on the floor, and picked up Neil in both hands, and carried him across the bathroom, walking across the puddles of blood, to the window.
Grim Reaper dropped the dead body out the window, causing him to land behind some bushes, being completely concealed from view.
Grim Reaper went back and retrieved his weapon and he went over and took out some paper towels and with one clean swipe, cleaned the blood off his scythe. He put the paper towels in the garbage and walked out of the bathroom, the door closing behind him.
In the cafeteria, during Lunch 2, Jeff was sitting at a table with Mike, both eating. The scene was basically the same as before, large line ups at the restaurants, some tables with big groups of kids, talking and laughing, some with small groups, others with only one or two people at them, over all, it was a noisy room.
"God, I hate Mrs. Wolfington!" Jeff complained.
Mike agreed. "Giving tests everyday is a stupid way of teaching. And she wonders why most of her student fail."
They take a bite out of their food and swallow. "Oh yeah," Mike remembered, talking with his mouth full, little bits of chicken falling out as he talked. "I have another hockey game tomorrow night. Are you gonna come and watch?"
"No. I hate hockey." Jeff answered. Jeff hated all sports. He just wasn’t very athletic. He was fit, and he could run fast, and he was stronger then he looked, but he wasn’t very good at sports, so he never really got into them when he was younger.
Jeff looked up and his eyes suddenly went to a glare for he saw Dillon and Steven walking over to their table. As they got closer, Dillon shouted out, "So Jeff, have you asked Allison out yet?" he shouted it so loud that everyone in the cafeteria was able to hear.
"Shut up, Dillon!" Jeff shouted back, standing up, but it was too late. Everyone in the cafeteria had heard Dillon and had begun laughing. Jeff felt his face go red. Great. He thought. Now everyone knows.
Allison, Leticia, and Candice were in the cafeteria at the same time that Dillon had shouted. They were sitting together at the other end of the room, on a bench. As Candice laughed, like almost everyone else in the room, Leticia looked over sympathetically at Allison, who, to Leticia’s surprise, was smiling.
“So now you know that he likes you too.” Leticia said.
Allison turned to look at her. “I think later on I’m going to ask him out for coffee tonight.” Allison said. “Spend some time with him. Get to know him better, then after a few days, ask him out.”
“Sounds good to me.” Leticia agreed. “Good luck.”
"Why don't you just leave him alone?" Mike asked Dillon and Steven as he also stood up, standing up to the two bullies.
"Now where's the fun in that?" Steven asked with a cruel smile. Then the two bullies turned and walked away, laughing. Soon enough, they had disappeared in the room full of moving bodies.
"I'm going to kill them!" Jeff whispered through clenched teeth. Him and Mike sat back down and Mike continued eating, but Jeff just stared in the direction that Steven and Dillon had gone to, eyes burning with hatred.
Later that day, during the afternoon break, the kids were roaming the halls yet again, some areas packed with more kids, then others. Among these people were Leticia, Allison, and Candice, who were walking up a staircase, one step at a time.
"Hey Allison," Candice said, still snickering. "Can you believe Jeff likes you? I mean like, look at him. He's a looser." Candice started chuckling. She hadn’t heard Leticia and Allison talking in the cafeteria because the roar of laughter from everyone was too loud, so Candice never found out that Allison also liked Jeff.
"Shut up!" Allison barked at her friend. Candice was taken by aback and by surprise and was stunned. What was up with her friend? She had never acted like that. Maybe she was sick or something. After all, after that cafeteria scene, she must be sick and tired of people saying stuff like that.
"But...But you used to make fun of him all the time." She studdered, hoping not to anger her more.
"And he used to make fun of me. " Allison said, on the verge of a bad mood.
"What's going on?" Candice asked. As she turned backwards and continued walking, but looked at Allison and Leticia.
"Let me spell it out for you." Leticia said. "Allison likes Jeff."
"What? No way." Candice almost stumbled, but caught herself, so she turned back around as they got to the top of the stairs.
"It's true." Allison admitted in a whisper. She couldn’t believe she was telling Candice this.
Candice was surprised. She had known Allison for about a year and a half, and not once had she known that she liked Jeff.
Then Savanna suddenly ran up to them from down the hall, pushing by other students. "I found out who likes you!" she exclaimed to Allison with a big smile.
"Yeah, Jeff." Candice mumbled. “She already knows.”
"No, besides Jeff."
"Who?" Allison asked, wonder sparking in her mind. This has been quit an interesting first day. She had found out that Jeff liked her back, and now someone else.
Savanna’s smile grew bigger. "Dillon. I heard him and Steven talking about it as I passed them in the hall."
Allison felt her heart sink. Great. She thought sarcastically. Dillon and Jeff were great enemies and since Dillon found out that Jeff liked Allison, he was probably going to be more hard on him then usual. Allison had to think of a way to tell Dillon that she only likes him as a friend, but not so he gets angry and does something to Jeff.
Jeff was walking down a crowded hall, talking to Edward. They walked by another elevator entrance, the doors open. The entrance was blocked off though with yellow tape and the janitor, Mr. Butler, was washing a red liquid off the walls with a mop.
Mr. Butler was a 72 year old dark-skinned man, that wasn’t much bigger then half the students were. He had been working at Heartfield High School his entire career, and then moved to Great Mills High School when the other schools changed.
Jeff and Edward stopped when they saw the mess and turned to watch the janitor moping the floor of the elevator, the walls still covered in the red liquid.
"What happened here?" Jeff asked. "Looks like a scene from a horror movie or something."
"No one knows what happened." Mr. Butler answered, without looking at them, still mopping. "We think it's a prank made by one of the students or something."
The two boys shrugged and continued on their way, and once they were gone, Mr. Butler's walkie_talkie hissed to life.
"Mr. Butler?" Mrs. Stuart's voice rang out through the walkie_talkie.
Mr. Butler sighed and laid the mop in the corner of the elevator. He reached onto his belt and took out his walkie-talkie and pressed the ‘talk’ button. "Yeah?"
"There's more of that fake blood in the boy's bathroom on the third floor. When you're done the elevator, you have to go over and clean it up."
"Fine." Mr. Butler sighed. Was he ever going to get a brake from this damn school? All morning long he had been cleaning food off the floors, now fake blood. He hated his job and couldn’t wait to retire, but the money was good.
Edward and Jeff were looking at a giant map outside the office, looking to see where their next classes were, other students walking up and down the hall behind them, the occasional one bumping into them. Suddenly, Edward felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around and saw Jamie standing there, smiling.
"Hey Edward, what's up?" She asked.
"Not much." he answered, smiling back.
"I'm having a problem finding Neil. He's ran off last class and there’s been no sign of him." Jamie was a little concerned deep down, but she also felt relived that she could talk to Edward without feeling afraid for his safety.
"Probably gone screwing someone else." Edward mumbled, not really meaning to have said it out loud. He hoped Jamie wouldn’t get mad at him over that.
"Yeah, I'm going to dump him once I find him.” Edward was surprised that she agreed with him, that he couldn’t help but form some kind of smile at the edge of his mouth. “So, you going out with anyone?" she asked.
Edward whipped all the way around to face her. "No."
"Well you are now! Here's my number." She took out a piece of paper from her pocket and a pen from her other pocket and started scribbling down a phone number. When she was done, she passed it to him. Edward looked at it and back up, in time to see her smile and then turn and walk away.
Edward turned back around to face Jeff, who turned from the map to face Edward. Edward smiled at him. “Now that I got a girlfriend, I want you to get one. Ask Allison out before she slips through you're fingers. I hear Dillon likes her too."
Jeff felt his heart sink down into his legs when he heard that Dillon liked her. If he was ever going to go against Dillon, this was the time. "Well screw Dillon. He won't get Allison." Jeff said determinedly.
"Well the bell’s about to ring, so I’ll talk to you later, bye." Edward turned and walked down the hall, also going into the crowd.
Jeff stared after him. There was no way Dillon was going to get Allison. No way.
"Bye." Jeff said after him. A few minutes later, the bell rang.
Principal Roy Johnson was sitting in his office. His office was in the back of the main office, the door closed. There was also a giant window looking out into the hall, but the blinds were closed.
He had recently hung up the phone from the School Board and stood up. He picked up his empty cup pf coffee and opened the door, leaving the room.
A couple minutes later, Grim Reaper walked in as though no one saw him, and walked over to Mr. Johnson’s chair.
He reached inside his cloak and pulled out a sharp needle. He bent down and reached under the chair, where he then proceeded to slowly stick the pointy blade of the needle up through the bottom, so the tip of it stuck out the top, but barley noticeable.
He removed his hand and the needle stuck in the chair. Grim Reaper turned and left through the back door, quietly closing it behind him, and almost right away, Mr. Johnson walked back in, closing the door behind him.
He went back to his desk and laid his cup back down, which was now filled with steamy coffee.
He turned his seat around and sat down. He felt a sharp stabbing pain in his bottom, causing him to immediately jump back up, rubbing his butt.
"Ow! What the hell?" He turned and bent down, examining the chair. His eyes feel upon the needle blade pointing out the top of the chair and he reached below and pulled it out. He stood up and held it up to the light to get a better look at it.
Soon after reading the side of the needle tube, his eyes shot wide open.
6/9/2002 12:14:10 PM
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