We've all heard the stories of what hell is like. Fire and brimstone. Heat and torture. The devil and demons. But I'm pretty damn sure they all got it wrong--even though some I know would disagree. The real hell, is high school.
Bricks and mortar. Ugly tiles and math tests. Preps and jocks. That, my good sir, is the real hell.
Don't be fooled by Dante, or the bible, or any horror movies. I've fought demons, werewolves, vampires, even fucking angels, and none out that is as excruciating as this form of public education.
Yeah, I hate high school. But I only had three months left so I should just put up with it right? That's what everyone says. I mean, that's what the three people I talk to say. Alex, Jody, and Castiel. Sometimes Dean or Sam. But as I'm sitting here in class, listening to some boring ass lecture on the checks and balances of the American Government, I can't help but wish I was helping people. Somewhere off hunting some evil sons of bitches. Not stuck in hell.
The bell rang and I realized I hadn't taken any notes, again. Oh well. Not like I'll be here for much longer.
I shuffled out of class, slinging my backpack over one shoulder. Turning my head at the sound of my voice being called.
"Hey, Claire!"
It was Jay, sprinting down the hall to catch up with me. They were rather tiny, with fuzzy black hair and a smile a mile wide.
Okay so maybe me only talking to Alex, Jody, Cas, and the Winchesters was a bit of an exaggeration. I had two other people that I was 'friends' with. Apostrophes around friends because we're not necessarily a close knit group of people. But Jay, and Chance were way more tolerable than anyone at this prison. I even enjoyed talking to them. We'd become quite the team of misfits.
"What's up Jay?" I mused to them. We were science partners last year, and that's when I found out they had read the Supernatural book series by Chuck Shurley. I'd come across the novels after my last meeting with the Winchesters. I texted Sam asking if the book series was actually about them. He said yes, that a prophet thought his visions were just story ideas and turned their whole lives into an on going epic series. He also threatened to gank me if I read them. I did anyways of course. I'm a little shit like that. Jay saw me with one of the books and said they'd read the series too.
"On my way to chemistry. Chance was looking for you, by the way." Jay informed me, pushing up their glasses.
"Oh, alright. I'll be on the lookout. Isn't there a chem test today?" I asked mildly disgusted.
"Don't know. If there is I'm really not fucking prepared." They grinned.
"Jesus," A voice called from behind. I turned to see a boy with dyed forest green hair and a spider bite piercing to match. Which went along well with his cinnamon skin. "Don't tell me you're actually going to chemistry." Chance teased draping an arm over me. "It's me and Claire's six month anniversary!"
I jabbed him hard in the ribs with an elbow. "In your motherfucking dreams." I laughed. It was an inside joke with us. We'd met skipping class at the convenience store across the street. We walked out together and spent the rest of the period eating chips and drinking slushies on the top of the bleachers for the football field. He laughed and asked of this counted as a date. And I laughed explaining I wasn't really into guys. And he laughed even harder when he explained he most definitely was into guys.
"Not even then." Chance smirked. "I'm skipping. You guys coming?"
"I don't know…" Jay mumbled.
"It'll be great. I'm going to the park. I found the coolest shit in the woods right next to it, you have to see it." Chance pleaded.
"And how do you expect to get half way across Sioux Falls?" I asked, arching a suspicious eyebrow in the broad shouldered boy's way.
"Come on Claire, don't be that way." I was the only one of the gang that has a car. This was his way of asking for a ride.
"Fine. But you're buying the snacks. Asshat." I was actually relieved he had asked. I think I'd shoot myself if I had to sit through one more presentation in English class over a project I had already finished. I felt like I was drowning in this place. Hell, I felt like I was dieing in this entire town. But being with them, doing shit we weren't supposed to, made it bearable.
"What do you say Jay? Novak's coming too." Chance prodded Jay.
"Alright. Copeland's been a bitch lately anyways." They grinned, making the duet into a trio.