And The Other School Exploded
J's POV
I walk up to the opening of a cave on the mountain.
"Katy!" I scream. I enter the cave to see her laying face-down on the cave floor.
"I don't need the lecture." Katy mumbles. Her style definitely changed too. Her still stick straight black hair now had red going up the ends of it. A wolf decided to mess with her once, so she has wolf fang earrings! It freaks people out but it's hilarious! Her coat was switched out for a blood-red sweater. The other half of her is just covered with black pants and boots. If anything she's paler.
"I was here to thank you." I say. "F**king hated that school."
"Everyone did." Katy says. She sits up and faces me. "How's life with you?"
"F**k work. F**k my small house. F**k having to use money to buy things. F**k life." I list off. "At least Emily moved away this summer and I'm not being treated like a dog anymore."
Emily did in fact move away. I sort of, kind of, barely kept contact with her. She has a new friend Holly to actually do girly things with. Things that I had to be bribed into if even that worked.
"So tell me how to fix my laptop." Katy says. Oh that's why she was laying face down.
"Make a new one and don't f**king throw the d*mned thing against the wall." I tell her. "Or just don't play any games that'll make you rage-quit anymore."
"Okay I'll try not to throw this one against the wall." Katy states, opening the laptop that appeared in front of her. And she's in another world.
I leave Katy's small cave of living.
The exoploded High School lays on the ground. I think I'll just go to South Park High for the full year. And vist over here.
Oh there's only three days until the first day of senior year and I have no supplies.
Let's see by senior year I know all I really need to survive is a gigantic binder and a pack of pencils. Which I can get with twenty dollars and then keep thirty of the fifty I have for food. Oh great I'm already doing math.
Two Days Before School Starts
"Can I stay at here for now until the first week of school is over?" I ask Stan. I lay upside down on the couch. Conversation of course turned to school. Which trailed to the topic I just brought up.
"No." Stan tells me.
"Blarg! Why?" I complain. Nothing should be going on, and no one cares.
"You realize I called you over here to help me move boxes to my new apartment right?" Stan asks. Oh right. I'm stupid!
"I did forget about that part." I say. "Wait your only seventeen."
"You've been alone since you were five." Stan points out to me. "The owner of the complex knows my family. Plus that's where Shelley moved to. No one gives a f**k."
"Well then I'm staying there for the week. And if you got a problem with it then you can just live with me until I become tolerable." I explain. Haha he doesn't care I can already tell.
"Let'a go ahead and actually start getting things packed and to the apartment." Stan says. I move around until I finally fall off the couch. Stan laughs and starts dragging me by the wrist up the stairs, seeing I'm getting nowhere.
"Hey stop!" I exclaim. I start laughing. "Stop it!"
"No." Stan says not letting me get up.
"Ow. Ow. Ow." I fake. He's not falling for it d*mnit!
"I know you that well by now." Stan taunts.
"F**k you!" I say. Stan let's me get up At the top of the stairs.
"Later." He whispers. I shove him a little and frown. A 'really?' Look on my face. Stan just smirks. "If you can make dirty jokes as remarks so can I." D*mnit he's firing my own ammo back.
"Let's just go." I run ahead to his room.
Five Hours Later
After hours of transporting, unpacking, and arranging/cleaning. I am about to pass out. I really need to find a job that will give me more then five bucks a week for food.
Eight at night and I'm tired but energetic at the same time. "What do you wanna do?" Stan asks me.
"Sleep and run around at the same time." I say. "What about you?"
"I'm about to fall dead." Stan replies. "You actually have a plan of where to sleep here?"
"My backpack has a blanket in it, but I lost it somewhere in the pile of empty boxes." I explain. "Once I find that, I'll probably just lay under the blanket next to your bed."
"Why not just lay with the blanket on the bed?" Stan questions.
"Cause it's all awkward and weird." I tell him.
"Out of all the jokes we've made and your scared?" Stan asks.
"Okay fine. But I'm still sleeping under my own blanket." I say.
"Darn." Stan says jokingly.
"Oh that's enough." I tell him. I go off to the small bathroom to change.
What I wear to bed consists of my tank top and a pair of shorts Stan have me because I'm too lazy to buy actual pajama's.
I find my back pack and take the blanket out of it. I go to where Stan is already laying in just shorts with a blue t-shirt on.
I lay on the left side of the single bed and curl up in a ball.
Sleep finds me as I listen to the weird sound of me and Stan breathing.
A/N Okay here's the first chapter thing of the sequel to "The Other School Burned." YAY SOMEONE READ!