Chapter One: Bill Leaves.
It was a cheery, bright sunny afternoon at Paulmer Middle School. A breeze was blowing, the birds were chirping, and everything was segregated. As usual. Every single clan stuck together. The nerds, the preps, the jocks, the gangsters, the Goths, the skateboarders, the bullies, everything was in place. Our fic begins in a small corner of the gigantic playground/field of the Middle School, where all the nerds hung out. And today was a special day, more than anyone would have thought so. Bill Bo was getting transferred to the Catholic school, and today would be his last day at Paulmer. He was giving a speech, and all the nerds were gathered for this special event. For Bill Bo was no ordinary nerd, but the nerdiest, most respected nerd of them all.
The nerds are an interesting folk. They were small, and stayed out of business that obviously wasn't theirs. They were good at hiding and didn't like to middle in others business. However, the other clans that didn't beat upon them respected them, and didn't mind them too much. Unlike many other clans who hated all the other clans, nerds were peaceful and friendly. The nerds also respected one another with great care. So, this leaving of Bill was a great one indeed. For Bill was also the possessor of the most powerful, greatest item ever to land on the playground of Paulmer MS.
It was a sticker. Not just any sticker, but a sticker that read the words, "Not Present." To use this, one would have to stick the sticker on your forehead, and blank. That was all. You could just shut off your mind, stare directly into space (and not even acknowledge it) and just space out. People would see this sticker and respect your unawareness to everything, and simply leave you alone. Even the teachers. Boring lesson? Pop on the sticker. About to get beat up? Pop on the sticker. Very handy indeed.
For this sticker was forged long ago by the preps out of the highest polymers (with a sticky side that would never lose its stickiness.) It was originally made for the most evil, evil dude ever… Saion, leader of the 8th graders. That's right, the EIGHTH graders. Ruler of any grade is something is special, but the highest class in the school (besides the teachers)… now, that was something. But, one faithful day, he was attacked. All the preps attacked him and his force of bullies. It was one hell of a battle.
Well, the preps kicked the bullies asses, for one. Preps, specializing in the use of flinging rubber bands, nuked the bullies. All until Saion came out. With a bam bam here, and a bang bang there, the preps fell back. That was until the brave Harold stepped forth. Saion knew he was no match for Harold, so he put the sticker on his forehead. Harold's instincts told him to never punch a spaced guy, but he fought his will, and kicked Saion the great in the groin area. Yep, a solid connect with a Sketcher right underneath coming upward… you know how it goes. Saion crumbled to the ground, and Harold yanked the sticker off his greasy forehead and ran like the dickens. He dashed into the janitor's closet, right up to the furnace, the one place where the sticker could be destroyed once and for all. That's when the sticker took hold of him. He ran away with the sticker, but that's when the teachers caught him. He has never been seen since. However, while he was in his secluded prison of the teachers, the sticker left him. It blew out the window and into the hedges.
A bunch of time later, it was stumbled across by a nerd. His name was Sam Egal (say it fast), and he took the sticker and ran off to a secluded area of the field for a long time, never taking off the sticker, become thicker and thicker. The people feared him, for he had turned into a Freaky Kid. They called him Wallum and shunned him. He was long forgotten. That is, until he was found by a certain nerd of the name Bill Bo.
Bill found the sticker and ran, being chased by Wallum. Finally, Wallum gave up chasing. Bill kept the sticker for a long, long time. That is, until today, the day he was leaving.
"My dear nerds," said Bill, opening his speech. "I shall not keep you long. I have called you all together for a purpose. Indeed, for three purposes. First, I regret to announce that this is the end. I am going. I am leaving… tomorrow. So you have a day of condolences. Second, to say how immensely found I am of all of you. I don't know have of you as much as I would like to, and I like less than all of you half as much as you halfly know, and half of that is… and… uh…" Bill quickly yanked the sticker from his pocket and slapped it onto his forehead. His eyelids drooped, his jaw hung half open, his tongue lolling out to the side, his eyes going partially cross-eyed. Little did Bill know of the true power of the sticker. All the nerds stopped and stared at him, disappointed at the lame exit. They wondered what to make of it, so they just stood there. That was, until, a black-clad figured ran by, grabbed Bill, and ran off with him into the trees.
"What do you think you were doing there?" yelled the person as he ripped the sticker off Bill's forehead. Bill snapped back to animation. He recognized the figure as his friend Greg, the Goth.
"Aah, Greg. How are you, my old friend?"
"This isn't the time for this," muttered Greg angrily. "Listen, you know you can't take sticker with you to the new school, right?" Bill sighed.
"Yes, I know," he said solemnly.
"What do you plan to do with it?"
"I think I shall give it to my cousin, Joe. Greg… something isn't right. I do and I don't want to get rid of this sticker. It's like an eye, always watching over me. I feel like the cheese on cheesy popcorn, but there's too much popcorn and not enough cheese…capice?" Greg nodded and said no.
"Well, it'll do you good to give it up. Give it to Joe. Here, I'll give it to him." Greg held out his hands.
"No… no! You want it for yourself, don't you? I'm not foolish! I won't let you have it! It's mine, my… my precious."
"Don't you ever talk like that to me!" yelled Greg, seeming to grow taller as he talked. "Do that again, and you shall see the full wrath of a Goth unleashed!"
Bill sat down and put his head in his hands. "I—I'm sorry," he sobbed. He placed the sticker in Greg's hands. "Here, take this to Joe for me." He stood up and wiped off his snot on his sleeve. "I gotta go now. I have to leave early today.
"So long, my dear friend, Greg."
"Good-bye, Bill. Until we meet again." Bill walked off to the parking lot, took a last glance behind his shoulder at what would be forever known as his "old school," and then the 6th grader left.
More to come, you fool.