The Death and Resurrection Show by Killing Joke
Disruptions
The annoyingly loud fire alarm went off on the campus of April's Hill High…again. It was the fifth time that day, the twelfth time that week. It was only Wednesday. It would have been unbearable, but the thing
was, ten out of the twelve times, there really were fires. That would be why the fifty-two students of Mrs.Hendrick's junior class ran in a screaming mob to the door that led outside where the other classes were
heading towards the small gravel square called a 'parking lot'. Then again, you wouldn't need thirty acres to commentate the drivers of April's Hill. It only took one hundred parking spots, and even then there were
quite a few empty spots. This is not all that scary considering there were only fifty-two people in the junior class, seventeen seniors, and when you added up the freshmen class and sophomores, well, you get about
thirty-six kids. I say 'about' because a few of the-ahem-nerdier types were in most of the upperclassmen classes.
"EvaLynn! Come ON, this might be a real fire again. Get UP and get OUT!!" snapped my best friend Mark from somewhere to my right.
Looking up for the first time that period, I found we were the only people in the classroom.
" 'Might', being key word Mark." I answered calmly, resuming my work.
I was in no hurry whatsoever to move; my elaborate doodle was almost ready to turn in to Mrs. H for that night's homework.
Though Mark would have none of this, I guess he was really mad, this being the fifth time I've sat through a drill, because the next thing I knew, I was swept up into his arms damsel-in-distress style and we were
sprinting through the door.
No, Mark is not on the football team, he's on the swim team. And let me tell you, swimmers have more muscle than what you'd expect. I figured this out the hard way last weekend when he decided to wrestle me
for the last of the Halloween candy. Let's just say he won and not mention the part where he had me dumped in a trashcan. Trash included.
So off we ran- well, he ran, I just clung on for dear life- just as an explosion burst out from in front of us.
"I guess there really was a fire." I exclaimed to Mark who simply scowled in return and put me down. I looked around us. The building we had just exited was the math building. In front of us, having just exploded
and, unfortunately, blocking us from the parking lot, was the science building. On our right was the English building which was engulfed hungry flames and behind the Math building was the Gym, which had
"unfortunately" burned down on Monday.
Then, sweet relief set through me as I looked to our left: the woods. Before I knew what I was doing, I sprinted towards the green as fast and hard as I could because from where I could see, the fire in the Science
building was closing in on the chemistry lab and I was making an educated guess in saying that not very many; good things could possibly come from that. Mark, having seen me fly past him, began running after me.
My legs carried me further and further into the dark, dank woods. Turn here, jump over that log, run run run. It took me a few minutes to realize that Mark had been calling my name and now wasn't. I slowed to a
halt and found myself lost and alone in the creepy woods…great.
A bush rustled close to me, and my heart thundered. The crazy axe murderer rushes out of the foliage and attacks the poor unsuspecting female victim-my overactive imagination took its toll on me at that particular
moment, making me nearly faint with fear. Mark-my crazy axe murderer- ran through a bunch of trees in front of me, making me smile at my overactive imagination.
"Mark, where are we?" I asked quietly. Mark simply stared at something behind me, his big blue eyes widened to the extent that I was sure they'd pop right out.
"What?" I asked annoyed and turned myself. I gaped in amazement at the huge Victorian style mansion in front of us.
"I've never heard of this before." I muttered.
That was the surprising thing too. Our little town was smack dab in the middle of nowhere. There was a major highway a few miles into the fields, but besides that, there was just the forest. And even then, you knew
everyone and everyone knew you. They knew your middle name, when you did something excruciatingly embarrassing- like running through the neighborhood stark naked at the ripe old age of three, some people
never forget- they even almost always knew your first pet's name, and, most importantly, where you live. Now this can be a good thing and a bad. Good because you knew exactly where that snotty little cheerleader
lives to egg her house when she's out for cheer practice. This was bad because we had no idea who the heck lived out in the middle of the woods.
Our town is naturally nosy, annoyingly so. For example, if any stranger walked into The Hill Market, chances were the entire town would know you personally before you stepped foot out of the store. That includes
knowing where you live. I think I'd remember if some freak lived out in the middle of the woods. And I was coming up with a gigantic blank right about now. By the look on Mark's face, he was too.
"Who-" I started, but was cut short when an amazingly beautiful young woman strode out of the front door. She was blonde (aren't they always?), tall, and beautiful. The only thing that set her apart from snotty little
cheerleader was her eyes. They were the most captivating shade of…gold? Gold?! I thought, Who has- my thoughts abruptly halted as something snapped behind us, giving me a flashback to all the horror movies I'd
watched in the past year.
I spun to find myself less than a foot away from the most stunning young man I have ever seen.
"Mark?" I said softly.
"Yeah?" he replied, even softer.
"How the hell did we get here? We didn't run into trees or something and are now suffering from delusions caused by the severe concussion we have, are we?"
"I have absolutely no idea."
Our audience watched this exchange with mild interest. The young man inched forward, ultimately popping my bubble and causing my heart to stop. Both because he was gorgeous, and my imagination was still
rerunning through all the possibilities that he had a chainsaw hidden on his person.
During all of this, my eyes hadn't left Mystery Man's.
"Can we help you?" the woman asked sweetly.
I broke the spell the Mystery Man had put on me and gave our speaker my full profile.
" Um…Hi. I'm sorry, but we're…somewhat lost. Where are we?"
"Welcome to Blackstone Academy," she said while gesturing towards the house or school or abbey or-oh whatever! "My name is April and behind you would be Gregory. Blackstone is an exclusive boarding
school. Would you like to step in for a cup of tea? We would gladly give you a ride to your home after."
My overactive imagination was at it again and my thoughts were tossed to how we'd accept, she'd poison us, and then mummify us and shove us in a closet! Maybe I should lay off the sugar…
"We would love that. Thank-"
"No," Mark interrupted, "Sorry."
"Why not? That's rude Mark!" I scolded
"I have swim practice like, now. And you have detention. Besides," he added in a calmer tone, "Everyone probably thinks we've been burnt to a crisp by now."
He reminded me suddenly of how last week, when Rider the 'bad boy' of the school had run off during the fire drill and everyone had thought he was dead or abducted by aliens or eaten by the mole people (okay,
so I had spread those last two rumors freshman, they'll believe anything…). The entire town had been forced to search for him until nightfall, when we finally found him, relaxing at the community pool. Mr. Hall, the
principal, went ballistic. Rider now has detention, community service, and a janitorial job for the school until Hall sees fit. It may take a while. I for one am not so fond of having to paint Mr. Hall's fence…again.
"Point. Okay." I then turned to Miss America-I mean April, "Sorry, maybe next time? We just need to get back to April's Hill High School as soon as physically possible."
Gregory then scared the bajesus out of be by touching my hand to get my attention. His fingers were freezing, and a tingling feeling spread throughout my entire body.
"I'll take you." His voice melted me inside out.
"Thank you." Mark replied seeing how I was incapable of any form of speech. Gregory walked around the house so gracefully that my eyes stayed glued to his figure until he was out of my line of sight. No one
moved, and seconds later, a shiny, sleek, black car came from where Gregory had disappeared.
The tinted window rolled down and his soft musical voice called, "Get in."
As Mark and I complied, Miss America-I mean April! - went inside, closing the door behind her. Mark sat up front while me, myself and I, all alone, by myself…sat in the back. The interior had black leather seats,
black, black, and oh look! more black! Who died? I asked myself internally.
I mean, not that I was all pink, white, and neon orange and was allergic to black, but I didn't love the whole goth vibe when coupled with Gregory. It just feed the gears in my head, keeping my eyes out for any
ditches he could possibly drop us into.
The only sounds in the car were- okay well, there was none. No sound…Oh, I get it, the car's electric! I realized. No duh. So, Gregory is unbelievably beautiful, and he's into the environment. Kewl. However, he
wasn't very big on the small talk. I sighed quietly and turned my attention to the lush green and browns that whizzed past my window. Leave it to Mark to break my daydreams. He somehow always gets me just when
I get to the best part.
"EvaLynn, how long are you in detention for?"
"Until seven." I squirmed in my seat. I honestly couldn't understand the school system. They preach for you to be yourself, 'be unique', but the second someone voices her opinion on how there is absolutely no
point in watching Harry Potter in 3-D art class- come on, if the teacher really wants us to shut up, just have us fingerpaint, I for one would be highly entertained painting my beautiful masterpiece all over the
whiteboard- she gets me completely jammed by sending me to the principal's office for the rest of the period and giving me an hour of detention.
Yeah, I know that three plus one is not seven, but I guess it didn't help my situation by voicing my opinion on getting into trouble too. Mrs. Summers, my 3-D art teacher, doesn't like me very much anymore. Oh
well, I never did like that class. Then again, I don't like any of my classes.
Before I knew it, we were sitting in front of good 'ole April's Hill. I hopped out and before shutting the door, leaned my head in and thanked Gregory thoroughly.
"No problem. Be more careful in those woods next time."
I grinned foolishly and shut the door. Soon after, I was watching the shiny car slide away into the hardly visible path that lead back into the woods. Beside me, Mark cursed. I spun around and found myself looking
into the surprised and very enraged faces of the Vice Principal Moore and Mr. Hall. Along with countless other's from the town. This was going to be the longest days in my very existence.
A.N. Hey guys, this is my first story, so I'm looking for some feedback, because honestly if no one likes the story why waste time typing it up? The underlined songs at the top are what I've decided to work to listen to while reading. If anyone would like to make any suggestions, feel free!