This is my first fic in this section, I have several more chapters done because I've found that if I don't I never finish. I'm going to change the rating to 'M' by the next chapter though. So yeah, that's it. Enjoy.
"Okay class, I guess that's it for today. Remember test on chapter five tomorrow, quadratic equations . You can use your calculators if you want to. You'll be able to leave when your done with the test, it's all I have planned for the period."
A short, frumpy woman announced to the class, giving the all clear to class that it was alright to pack their things up. Over the bustle she began to speak again as she packed her own things.
"Well, have a great afternoon, though it looks like it might rain…I might have to put on my other jacket, and grab my umbrella…" She continued to ramble on to herself as the final students slowly began to file out.
Cody had placed his book and binder in his backpack and slung the heavy Jansport over his shoulder and made his way over to his locker. The halls were empty save for the few students still lingering on campus waiting for their rides over an hour late, or those just getting out of the few offered seventh periods.
Cody stopped at his locker, kneeled down and spun his combination, he opened his locker to reveal hot pink checkers all over the inside courtesy of previous owners. He had tried to get Zack to trade with him before he saw but Zack had spotted the flush out of the corner of his eye and preferred the Marilyn Manson sticker and giant purple sharpie writing, Vanessa wuz here C/O '96; which he had taken upon himself to scribble out.
He unzipped his bag to empty it of all unnecessary books. He thought back on each class as he pulled out each book to see if he needed it or not. French, no. Into the locker it went, Geography, finished in class, inside; English, no, he had a paper to finish at home.
As his backpack became lighter he reached his gym clothes and was about to shove them in his locker, but decided to take them home to have his mom wash them, they were quite rank. He held them to his face, Yeah they definitely need to be washed, he thought to himself. He placed them back in his bag along with his Int. Algebra book, zipped up and headed down the hall.
Cody, now 14, was a freshman in high school. He was starting to get used to the way things worked. It was mid November and he had finally memorized where all his classes were; where Zack's were so he'd always know where to find him. He and Zack hung out sometimes, but Zach had made his own friends in his classes and through his JV football team.
Cody still hung out with Tapeworm. They had known each other for a little over three years now. Tapeworm had grown about a half a foot and was still as lanky as he had been when he was younger, Cody was about a head shorter than him and just as thin. After the first day of school they were ecstatic to realize that that they had three classes together; English, Geography, and Intermediate Algebra.
Tapeworm wasn't at school today, he had called Cody yesterday telling him he thought he had caught what was going around school and if he got any worse he wasn't going to come today. Cody reached Tape's locker and did his combination, he was going to bring him his math and geography book since he would sort of pass it on his way home.
He actually just needed an excuse to not go home just yet, he didn't fell like being alone in the suite quite yet since his mom was working and Zack was still at practice.
His mom had taken second job, a part-time thing where most of the money she earned went directly into the boys college fund accounts which Kurt had started for them two years ago. Cody knew she wanted to be able to afford, or at least help pay for most of their college expenses, Carey and Kurt both wanted the best for their boys. He also knew she was secretly hoping Zack would get a sports scholarship and he would get some academic scholarship, but the chances of both of them getting one weren't very high. The rest of the money from that job was being put towards a home of their own, he hated seeing his mom sleeping on the pull out bed. He knew it would take a lot to be able to afford all these things, he just didn't like seeing his mom struggling so much.
Cody glanced at his watch and noticed he had five and half minutes to get to the front of school to catch his bus. He reached the stop on time and stepped back as the doors opened, stepped in and deposited his dollar twenty five and smiled up at the bus driver who nodded and smiled back. He took a window seat and watched the gloomy November sky.
He had reached his usual stop at the park across from the Tipton and instead of heading a block up the street and making a left to get to the Tipton, he started walking though the park, Tapeworm's house was two blocks away from the other side of the park.
The sky had gotten really dark at this point and Cody reconsidered just going home, but since he was already halfway through the park he decided he'd gone too far to just turn around. His bag was little heavy so he shifted his back to try and make it more comfortable, while doing this he wasn't paying attention to the ground in front of him and ended up tripping on a loose root. Cody fell forward, scraping his bare elbow and hands as he had tried to brake his fall.
Cody rolled his eyes at his own stupidity, and wiped his hands on his pants, wincing at the slight sting. He saw a bench and water fountain nearby. He placed his bag down on the bench and held one hand under the faucet as he tried to clean out the dirt when he felt something wet hit his nose, then his lip.
He looked up and more and more rain drops began to fall until it became a steady down pour. He rushed over to his bag and pulled it over his head in an attempt to shield him from the rain, but he was already soaked.
Cody continued until he had reached the other side of the park, the rain was coming down hard now and it was making so much noise it was difficult to hear anything. The park was empty and he could see people across the street running into their homes.
He was about to cross the street when he suddenly felt something heavy and cold wrap around his neck from behind, which he quickly identified as a pair of hands that's began to squeeze around his neck tightly; blocking airflow. Cody tried to pull the hands away, scratching at them, but they just tightened their grip and his attempts where reduced to a snails pace as the oxygen to his brain dwindled. An index finger traveled up his chin and through his lips, into Cody's parted mouth as he struggled for air. The hands squeezed tighter as the index finger brushed his tongue.
Tighter, a final breath escaped his lips and his eyes were sent rolling into the back of his head, as the hands released, all went black.