Chapter 3 – The Bad, The Sad, And The Plain Gruesome
Daz's POV~
"Look, there's nothing we can prove just yet. It was just rumours, right?" Lianne said, still holding up the sludge, staring at it in dislike.
"That is very clearly evidence." I replied, looking at it too.
"Come on, we can discuss this in peace." Lianne whispered, occasionally glancing at nearby houses as if military would suddenly come out and ask us awkward questions we probably wouldn't be able to answer.
"I'd rather not. I need to go now, I have a very important meeting with my next secondary school." I said, groaning.
"Ah, okay, see you later then." Lianne answered back, looking slightly deflated.
I walked away, and heard Lianne's door close with a slam.
10 minutes later...
I reached the school. It looked massive on the outside, and it appeared as if thousands of people could be inside.
The windows were crammed with teens staring absent-mindedly out the windows. A lot of them looked at me, and whispered to the person next to them.
For some reason, when I saw the boy in the far-right window, I shivered slightly.
A spine-tingle.
I eventually heaved my feet across the concrete, and made my way to the reception.
A smart-looking lady was sat down inside, waiting for me.
"Hello, you must be Daz." She said politely.
"I've read your files, and my oh my. Expelled from your last secondary for throwing a chair out of a window...Your behavior MUST improve. We expect the very best at this school."
Probably too much for me, I said in my head. I half-laughed, but pulled myself back at the last second.
I smiled at her, and she frowned at me, obviously expecting me to use a cheeky response.
"So, Miss...?" I asked, wanting to make a good impression.
"Mrs. Roading, thank you very much." She replied, still expecting me to say something cheeky.
Her expression almost dared me to say something rude.
Eventually realizing I was not going to, she sighed and said, "Well, if you don't have any questions, we'd better be off for a tour."
"Ok." I said, sounding as bored as I could possibly be.
I distantly heard a crash and a scream in the floor above.
Mrs. Roading noticed my surprised face and said, "Probably just a sixth-former playing a prank on a younger kid. Nothing to worry about, it will be seen to."
Slightly anxious, I continued to walk by her side like a lap-dog.
"GET AWAY, YOU STUPID THING!"
Someone was yelling at the top of their voice above us.
"Is that how you deal with things here, bursting your lungs out?" I said, even more anxious than before.
Did I just push my luck?
No.
She just replied back, "Students need a little wake-up call most of the time." She did sound slightly angry at my cheek, but she just walked on.
I pushed a heavy wooden door, and I entered a cramped corridor.
Classrooms were on either side of me, looming in for me to be swallowed and be forgotten about.
I felt another spine-tingle, this time not due to creepiness.
I felt nervous, scared, even slightly crazy.
This school did not seem like the best school.
But it surely couldn't be the worst.
But that afternoon, my nerves would be stretched further.
And not in a good way.
