Chapter 1: It Was Just An Ordinary Day
It was just an ordinary day at middle school. I was reading War of the Worlds for a book project, and my friend Brian was swearing his mouth off after he hit his head when he attempted to flip over a railing. I calmly read my boring book as the obese yard duty came over to tell Brian he shouldn't be doing those kind of things, and that she could tell the principal, but would let it slide. You always let it slide, you old hag, I thought to myself as I leaned against the railing, book in hand. Suddenly, I heard Brian screaming the most insults I had ever heard him say.
"Listen up you old b***h!" he yelled, "I've just about had enough of your annoying tirades through the schoolyard! You always have to complain about me, the only sane person in this school!" I gave Brian the evil eye, attempting to signal to him that there are other people in this school that have sanity, which made him quickly included, "Oh, and her. ANYWAYS, Ms. Krispy Cream, I've just about had enough of your tirades. If you want anyone to yell at, go yell at the other Brian. You know, the idiot who prides himself in a little known college degree called RETARDED. Hey, you could actually get along, since you both have that degree." Brian gave the yard duty a smirk, waiting for her to answer. She glared at him, then turned to walk away.
"Listen, you rude little brat," she growled, "I'm reporting you to the principal. I've had enough of your shenanigans, and now I'm finally gonna get you something that can actually go on your permanent record." The yard duty began walking away, and since Brian had already gotten himself into a deep enough mess, he must've reasoned he couldn't get himself into anymore trouble. With that, he did a pretty cool but stupid move. When the yard duty walked away, he ran behind her, ran up a wall, screaming in his "ghetto" voice, as he called it,
"Awww HECK NO!" jumped off the wall, and kicked her in the head. He landed on his right palm, and jumped back up in a break dancing fashion. The yard duty crumpled to the ground, and Brian picked himself up, swishing his perfect, black hair into place. I'm not saying that his hair is perfect in a lovey dovey way, I mean, it's just fact. Brian's hair is perfect. It never goes out of place, and even if you noogie him, he just has to swish it to the side and it's perfect again. That's besides the fact, but I had to mention it if you're going to understand the rest of this lovely(not dovey) story.
Brian began declaring just how awesome he was, until I spoke up.
"Brian," I began with a monotonous tone, "You do know that you just assaulted someone, meaning you could go to prison for a few years at best, considering you are a minor." Brian stopped mid speech, jumped up and sat upon the railing, and scooted himself over in front of me. My eyes peered above the book, and watched as Brian smiled. I knew something was up, since Brian is the type of person that only smiles to get what he wants, then practically destroys you in the end. Of course, he never did it to his friends, but I could never be too cautious.
"Alexa," he said slyly, "I think it would be best for both of us if we didn't let this get out."
"Don't try to threaten me," I said with boredom, "Or I'll go nuts on you." Brian looked up at the sky, smiling.
"And just how are you going to do that?" he asked.
"Like this." I took my index finger, and pushed him over the railing. He fell over, hit his head, and began cursing. "Told you so," I said as kept reading my book, "You can't beat me in a fight." Brian looked up, anger in his eyes.
"Woman," he growled, "You're getting on my nerves." I closed my book, straightened myself out, and looked down at him.
"And?" I questioned, "What do I have to fear from you getting angry?"
"I could turn into the Hulk." he said, rubbing his head as he stood up.
"I do that in the morning when I'm woken up for school."
"How so?" I glared at Brian.
"Wanna see?"
"Sure." I smiled.
"Okay, if you say so." I closed my eyes, then popped them open. "Grrr..." I growled lowly, but childishly.
"Not impressed," Brian stuck his head in the air, and declared, "If you are indeed to scare me, then you will have to do exceptionally better than-oof!" I hand palmed Brian in the abdomen, then said,
"Looks like I turned into the Hulk." Brian grabbed his stomach, flipped over the railing, attempting to kick me. I don't think he got very far, though, because he hit his head on the concrete again, making me think he must have had a head of steel, because I'm pretty sure no one could have survived that fall. He gained his bearings, then got up, cranky. He sighed, then walked over to the yard duty, ruffling his hair as he rubbed his bruised scalp.
"This sucks," he murmured as I followed him with my book. We walked over to the yard duty, and noticed she was still on the ground, completely still. "I think she's unconscious." Brian said grumpily.
"No," I replied, realizing her stomach wasn't moving up and down, "I think she may be dead."
"What makes you think that?"
"Her stomach's not moving up and down. Your stomach moves up and down when you breathe. Brian," I turned to Brian, "I think you may have killed her." Brian was just about to speak, but was interrupted by a call for him. We turned, and saw our group of friends: K, Yumi, Arabella, Austin, and CiCi. Now, for reference, I will explain all of them to you. K was the kindest and most polite person you will ever meet. She could make Martin Luther King Jr. look like a punk. She was Hindu, kept her hair in a braid, and always dressed nicely. Yumi was a Japanese American who knew absolutely nothing about the Japanese language and culture, wore glasses, and was a mastermind when it came to being a thief. She could probably steal the President's tie if she wanted to and not have him notice it. Austin was a wimp. He was one of the nice "popular" kids in school, who won a singing competition and rose to fame a year ago. He always dressed in the latest fashions, making him look like a neon sign from Las Vegas. In other words, he, like Edward Cullen(whom I despise) "sparkled."
Then there was CC. CC was a...hyper child. No, she wasn't just hyper. I swear to God, I think she may have been on crack, or she must eat three hundred pieces of candy a day, because she was just crazy. I don't mean crazy as in insane crazy, I mean enjoyable crazy. The type of crazy that meant: I'm on a sugar rush. Though her sugar rushes could be rather obnoxious(which, mind you, was pretty rare) she was just a load of fun to have around. She always put her hair in a low ponytail, and wore mascara that dotted the bottom half of her eyes. She wore jeans and a denim coat, along with a rather girly t shirt.
Now it's time to explain the concept of Arabella. Arabella is, in all honesty, the personification of the word fangirl. She's an Australian who migrated to California two years ago. We all live in Southern California, so I guess the move wasn't that bad, because I really don't see the difference between Australia and California. Anyways, she acts like a fangirl because she will fantasize over any anime character that is even remotely male, as long as he is decently hot, and is adorable in personality.
Since that covers about ninety nine percent of all male anime characters, she fangirled over everything. It started off with America from Hetalia, then branched to Italy, and then every character besides Belaruse and Hungary. Yeah, it was that bad. She always sported a pink shirt and glasses, along with her straight, blondish brunette hair. Though she looked like a rather girly person, she was the opposite, in truth. I mean, every time I talk to her, she had something to rant about besides Hetalia. I remember one time, she even went as far as to rant about fan service, and we all know where that gets us in the end.
Now that character bios are out of the way, I can explain the rest of the story. So, the rest of our gang comes along, greeting us even though there's a dead body in front of them, because we all had the best sense of logic at the time.
"Hi Brian! Hi Alexa!" K said rather cheerily. Yumi sneakily grabbed Brian's red coat. Oh, that's another thing I have to mention. Brian. Loves. Red. I mean, seriously, this guy could not get enough of it. He wears a red jacket, has a red phone, a red notebook, and red shoes. And if he's in a good mood, he'll make himself look like a bloody spot by wearing so much red. Trust me, it isn't easy on the eyes to see one color every day. Anyways, Brian didn't notice Yumi taking his jacket, and kept talking to K.
"What's up, K?" he asked as if he didn't realize he just killed a woman. K didn't notice that there was a dead whale behind Brian, so she kept up the conversation.
"Oh, nothing much," she started, "I was just in the library with the rest of the gang when CiCi thought we should look for you." CiCi nodded her head in agreement.
"Yeah," Austin butted in, "We looked everywhere for you." I facepalmed, mainly because we were only two steps away from the library entrance.
"You didn't notice us?" I asked, "Or the commotion we caused?" Everyone looked up, and Brain smiled nervously.
"Alexa," he whispered, "I don't think we need anymore people involved in this."
"What's going on?" Arabella asked.
"Yeah," everyone else piped up, "What's up?" I pushed Brian to the side, revealing the yard duty. Everyone's eyes widened.
"This," I said, pointing to the yard duty, "Is the lady that Brian just killed." Yumi clapped, the jacket still in her hand.
"Good riddance," she said cheerfully. I sighed.
"Guys, this isn't the time to cheer! We need to dispose of the body." K shook her head.
"No way Alexa," she said, "We should report everything to the front office."
"Sure K," I said, "That way Brian can go to death row for murder." K sighed.
"Then what do we do?" she asked. I looked at Brian, then at the corpse, and finally at our gang.
"Okay guys," I started, realizing I began to sound like the leader of the group, "Here's the plan."
