Author's Unimportant Note: This is a sequal to "Hell." You don't have to read that one to understand this one, but read it anyway. My writing has improved since I wrote "Hell," but I'm going to try and keep the layouts similar. It'll probably have more plot, too.
"OKAY LITTLE LUCAS TIME FOR SCHOOL."
"Little" Lucas jumped quickly out of bed, brushing his teeth and putting on his shoes. He did not want to be late for his first day of 7th grade.
He shuddered at the all too explicit memory of his death. Poor Lucas had died two times; his father had ripped off his head out of anger, and his best friend Remy had killed him with an ax. It was only by the grace of Devil Clooney that he was allowed back on earth, determined to be a good boy.
He ate his Lucky Charms quickly, careful not to spill milk on his new plaid button-up shirt.
Father Lucas, back from a one month stunt in prison, was snoring on the couch. "Don't wake him." Mother Lucas had whispered. Lucas nodded and she smiled and walked away.
"LUCAS! IT'S ALMOST 7:45. GET YOUR ASS TO SCHOOL!"
"Aw, look. Wittle Wucas is back from summer break. Hasn't even grown an inch."
Greg was leaning against the steps, grinning. He had soil spread across his cheeks as if to impersonate a beard. Last year, Greg had suffered a severe injury to his thigh; Lucas had stabbed him. He now carried a cane, even though he really didn't need it. He only had a minor limp.
Lucas ignored him, brushing past Greg's minion, James. James looked nervous, glued to Greg's side.
Greg tripped him, beat the crap out of him, and shoved his cane in the small of Lucas' back. "Listen, bitch. I told you I didn't care about my injury last year, but your little punkass will pay."
James yelped as Greg shoved him out of his way, stomping in the school.
The school had installed a TV in every class room so the school news could be broadcasted with ease. As Lucas sat down in the cleanest chair he could find, Lisa shoved her way into the room.
"HEY LUCAS! LOOK AT ME!" She twirled around in a hideous sun dress. "I'VE LOST WEIGHT!"
"Erm, yeah, you have." Lucas tried to be polite, as he was raised that way. Lisa was the school fatass, with pig tails, square glasses, and a burning crush on Greg, she could easily be mistaken as a baby land whale.
Luckily, Chris voiced Lucas' thoughts. "No you haven't. It looks as if you GAINED, weight. Har." He gave Eric a high five, but Eric was asleep and didn't really react.
Lisa huffed and sat down in front of Lucas, which she always did.
Robert and Allison entered the class room holding hands, skipping, daisies in their hair. Allison was wearing her girl scout uniform. Any trace of her broken nose was gone; Remy had punched her when Allison implied she was gay.
Chris started to chant. "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!"
Robert hissed.
"MARRIAGE FIRST." Allison screamed in Chris' ear. Chris was a good bit taller than her. He was supposed to be in 9th grade.
James was helping Greg apply wet soil to his cheeks. "More, Jimmy. I haven't shaved in a few days."
"You do realize that when worms start to grow from your face, NO ONE is going to feel sorry for you?"
Lucas turned to see Remy standing behind Greg. She was taller, now almost a head taller than Lucas himself.
"Shut the fuck up, you stupid dyke." Greg raised his head, picking up his cane. "At least I have a GIRLFRIEND. You don't."
James looked shocked, staring at Greg. "Greggkins, who?" He wiped a tear off his cheek.
"Stacy. She just got probation, and we're back together." Stacy Humblebee was their crazy homeroom teacher in 6th grade that had an illegal relationship with Greg.
The bell rang, and people scuttled in their seats. Robert was sitting on Lucas' left, Allison on his right.
Their teacher walked in. She was young, with blonde hair and a mean face. "Hello. My name is Mrs. Volakis. But the hot guys can call me Amber."
"FAIL ATTEMPT AT HUMOR!" Screamed Greg, but was silenced by James.
"She's pretty." He whispered, his eyes softening.
Remy squinted. "Cutthroat bitch."
Lucas stared at her. "You haven't even met her."
"I know 'em when I see 'em, Losercus."
Lucas sighed at his new nickname. 7th grade would be interesting.
"Psst. Lucas. Pass Robert this note." Allison elbowed him.
Lucas picked up the piece of paper, reading it.
Dear Robbybuns, U R my life. i luv u sooo much. XOXOXOXO. -Alli
Lucas, feeling daring, tore off a new sheet of paper. He scribbled something down and handed it to Robert.
Robert's eyes widened at the note.
Dear Robbybuns, i decided i am gay. remy and i will be goin 2 cali 2morow. sorree. -Alli Hadley
Robert stood up, angry. "REMY FUCKING HADLEY. WHERE ARE YOU?"
Uh-oh.