08:54

The bell rung, signaling the end of first period. Some students walked out, excited for the break between classes. Some were going out to the rides, hoping to get to on the rollercoaster before they had to go back to learning. And then some walked out seemingly in pain, having to endure the torture that are finals. Amongst this group was Theresa Fowler.

As she walked dizzily out of Mrs. Driscoll's first period, her head still spinning at having to answer 20 essay questions in the 50-minute period. Of course, Mrs.-I'm sorry-Mr. Driscoll would try to make the test as hard as possible. Theresa could swear sometimes that "he" was evil.

Theresa stood still for a moment, trying to shake off her vertigo. When she regained balance, she sighed a bit. "I did the best I could," she told herself, though a little piece of the anxiety stayed in the back of her mind.

Before anymore self-loathing could happen, though, she was jolted from her mind by a short blue-haired girl. "Hey Theresa," Debbie said, showing her kinder side off to her best friend.

Theresa tried to sober up a smile, but Debbie could still tell it was forced. "Hey Debbie," she said.

Debbie frowned. "Okay, what's wrong," she asked, putting a hand on her hip.

Theresa internally cringed, but tried to keep hersmile. "What do you mean?", she asked, trying to appear innocent. Debbie just gave her a deadpan look.

Theresa sighed again, knowing there was no use trying to hide anything from her journalist friend. "I think I may have bombed my science exam," she muttered.

Debbie raised a brow, but still managed to give the purple haired girl a sympathetic look. "What makes you think you bombed it?", she asked.

Theresa raised her arms in exasperation. "Driscoll made the test impossible! It was like she wanted everyone to fail!"

"Really? Because I thought it was pretty easy," Debbie said nonchalantly, making Theresa groan. Debbie winced, realizing what she said.

The baton twirler sighed. "You know, some days it barely feels worth it," she said as she walked down the hallway. Debbie sighed, before following.

"I don't see why your worrying. We both know you did it a good job. There's no reason to be scared," the short girl reassured.

"There is a need to if it's the only test keeping you from having all A's," Theresa rebutted.

Debbie rolled her eyes. "Are you just going to point out why all my suggestions are wrong?"

Theresa shrugged, not looking up. "Seems like it."

Debbie opened her mouth to comment back, but was cut off from someone yelling down the hall. "Hey, come back you shoobs! Bash ain't done with yous yet!", Bash Johnson yelled, the Mean Bros standing at his sides. Looking up, Theresa and Debbie saw they were yelling at Randy and Howard, who were sprinting through the hallway to get away from the 11th grade bully.

The two girls felt their hair whip a bit as the two freshman rushed past, quickly followed by the bullies. Looking ahead, they saw the opposing groups take a turn, and were gone from sight.

Debbie frowned. "You see, those are people that should be worried. They probably didn't even finish their finals," she said pointing in the direction Randy and Howard disappeared to.

Debbie waited a moment, expecting to hear Theresa say she was right, but was met with silence. Looking over, she resisted the urge to face palm when she saw the dreamy look on the purple haired girl's face. "Oh come on, Theresa! You can't just go from feeling shoobed to drooling over Randy Cunningham of all people!"

Theresa sighed, walking until she stopped at her locker. "I'm sorry. It's just that he looks so cute when he' s running for his life," she said, leaning against the metal doors.

Debbie groaned, before placing her hands on her best friend's shoulders. "Theresa, look at me. Randy is a loser. He's a straight D-student who isn't going to amount to anything. You need to get over this crus of yours before he drags you down with him!", she said, stressing the last part a bit too much.

Theresa scoffed, shaking her friend's hands off of her. "Come on Debbie; we both know Randy isn't as bad as you say he is," she tried to reason.

Debbie sighed. "Okay, I admit, he can be a nice guy. But that is his one good quality! Come on, Theresa; you can do way better than him!"

Theresa glared a bit at her friend, before she looked down. She knew Debbie had a point; Randy wasn't a great student, he barely socialized with anyone other than Howard, was always falling asleep in class, and sometimes skipped school all together. Part of her knew pursuing him could be dangerous to her.

But…Theresa smiled softly, a memory coming to her mind.

2 Years Ago…

The bell had just rung at Norrisville Junior High School, signaling the beginning of lunch. Students walked out of their classrooms, talking to their friends. Yet one student walked alone, clutching her books to her chest, a dejected look on her face. This was the seventh grade Theresa Fowler.

Theresa sighed, walking to her locker. Today hadn't been going very well for her. First, her only friend, Debbie Kang, was sick today, so Theresa had been lonely the whole morning. Then, she missed her bus, and had to run 12 blocks in the pouring rain to get to school on time. And once she got to school, she realized she left her homework at home, getting a zero on her math assignment.

She looked up, hearing laughter from across the hall. Turning around slightly, she saw two boys she had seen a few times in passing. The first was a short, overweight boy with orange hair who had his hands on his knees because he was laughing so hard. The other was tall and skinny with purple hair, who was leaning against the locker laughing. She thinks their names were Howard and randy, but she wasn't positive. Theresa sighed, not helping but feel a bit jealous at the two friends having a good time together.

Putting her math book away, Theresa started to walk to the cafeteria, hoping today's food was actually edible. However, as she was leaving, she felt her legs hit something, and the next thing she knew, she was lying face first on the hallway floor. Rolling on her back, Theresa saw the biggest bully in school, Doug Jaminski, standing over her laughing. His laughter seemed to be contagious, as the whole hallway started to chuckle. Not too long after, almost everyone in the general vicinity was laughing hard, some actually finding this scene amusing, others just not wanting to be targeted by not laughing with Doug.

Theresa felt tears prick her eyes, but tried to hold back her sobs. However, as Doug reached over and grabbed her backpack, dumping its contents on the floor, Theresa couldn't hold them back any longer, beginning to hysterically cry. She heard the bully bend down, reaching for something, but she couldn't see what. When she heard Doug's voice though, her eyes widened beneath her hands."Ooh, what is this? A diary? Ha, how lame can you get?" This only made Theresa start to cry harder.

Doug smirked, slipping the small, pink book into his pocket absentmindedly, knowing he could have some fun with it. Standing up, he turned to walk away, feeling satisfied that he made someone feel so inferior. That was until he heard someone yell from across the hallway. "Hey you jerk! Don't walk away!" Everyone in the hallway went quiet, as if the laughter was never there in the first place. As Doug turned around, Theresa eyes dried a bit as she looked up, both wondering who had been crazy enough to call out Doug like that. Two sets of eyes locked on the purple haired boy, who no longer had any amusement on his face, it being replaced by an annoyed glare. The ginger next to him looked panicked, slowly backing away from his friend.

Doug scowled, walking over to the boy, a fist in hand. Howard started to tug on his friend's hoodie, trying to get him to run away, but Randy stayed still. Although, it was unclear if it was from bravery or if he was too scared to move as Doug reached the pre-teen. Grabbing the purple haired boy's shirt, Doug slammed Randy into the adjacent locker, everyone in the room wincing from the noise.

"What did you say, punk?", Doug asked, his voice dangerously low.

Randy gulped, seeming to just realize the position he had put himself in. "Uh, w-well, I was just saying t-that, you know, you were kind of…uh…being a jerk to that girl. I-I mean, don't you think you went a bit too far?", Randy asked, noticing Doug glare more with each word he spoke.

"No, no I don't. Now, I'll give you one chance to apologize. Else, things are not going to end well for you," Doug warned, bringing Randy's face closer to his.

Theresa expected Randy to take back his words, not blaming the boy. Yet instead, Theresa was surprised to see Randy's scared face turn back to his annoyed glare, showing he wouldn't do as Doug said.

Doug growled, pulling his fist back. "You asked for this," he said, no remorse in his voice. Theresa had to look away, only hearing the groans and pained shouts from the only kid who showed any courage to the bully. After a few minutes, she heard something drop, and after a few seconds, everything was silent.

Daring to open her eyes, she gasped at the scene she saw. Doug turned to run down the hall, a teacher breaking from the crowd to follow him. Howard came from the direction the teacher was before rushing over to the form lying on the floor. Theresa couldn't stop from gasping at Randy's current condition. He had multiple bruises and cuts lining his body, including a busted lip and a black eye. His shirt and hoodie were torn in several places, certain areas having some blood on it. His arm was bent in an uncomfortable way, and he had his hand on his side, groaning.

Theresa got up, running over to the beaten boy, while Howard called out for someone to go and get help. Kneeling down, Theresa started to reassure Randy he was going to be okay, when the boy surprised her again. Randy reached to where he was holding his side, and pulled out a little pink book. Smiling at Theresa, Randy could no longer take the pain, passing out.

Theresa grabbed the book, still shocked at what he did. After a few moments, she smiled, albeit sadly, and held the book to her chest. "Thank you," she whispered.

Theresa smiled, knowing that that was the day she knew she fell for Randy Cunningham. Debbie may be right about a lot of things, but she wasn't right about him. He wasn't a loser; he was a great guy with a heart of gold. He was someone who would get a broken arm to get someone's diary back.

Theresa looked at her best friend, an annoyed yet determined look on her face. "Look, I know you and Randy aren't exactly best friends, but as your actual best friend could you please stop insulting the guy I like." Finishing, she flipped her hair, before walking farther down the hall.

Debbie blinked, shocked that her friend said that to her. Theresa usually never got mad at her, there only being like three times the two have fought before. Yet, seeing Theresa getting so upset on Debbie's comments on her best friend's crush showed that maybe she went a bit too far. Shaking her head, Debbie ran up to catch her friend, hoping to apologize.

8:58

The stank bird flew through the school's air vents, searching for someone to attack. It had been nearly an hour, and could feel that it was starting to fade. It knew if it couldn't find someone to stank soon, it's master would never be able to gain power, and would be trapped forever.

Suddenly, it's head perked up, hearing something from its right. Gliding down one duct and to a vent covering, it could hear a girl talking heatedly to someone. But more importantly, it felt the negativity in those words. The anger, the hurt, the sadness. If it had a mouth, it would have smirked. "Look, I know you and Randy aren't exactly best friends, but as your actual best friend could you please stop insulting the guy I like," the girl said heatedly.

The stank bird could hear her footsteps approach the vent, and spread its wings. Letting out a caw that sounded as if it should have come from a beast much larger than it was, it flew through the covering.

8:59

"Theresa, wait!", Debbie shouted, making her friend pause. Theresa sighed, stopping and turning around, arms crossed. Debbie started to slow down, but froze at what she heard. Somewhere in the hallway, an ear-splitting noise sounded through the hallways, making every student cover their ears in pain. As it passed, Debbie opened her eyes, only to gasp. Behind Theresa, what looked like a green bird came out of a vent, and headed straight for the baton twirler.

As it flew around Theresa, freezing the girl in shock, it started to lose its solid form, becoming a bundle of green gas. A green gas everyone in the school knew all too well. Theresa gulped, realizing what was about to happen.

The stank circled the girl, before entering her open mouth. Debbie could only watch as her friend's alabaster skin turned to a light green color and her dark blue eyes bugged out, turning a disgusting yellow. Her teeth sharpened into fangs, and her legs melded together, becoming a group of tentacles. As her body grew, becoming less human and more plant like, the students in the high school's hallway ran away, screaming their lungs out.

As Theresa's hair grew out, becoming spiker, the stanked teen let out a monstrous roar, the air blowing Debbie's hair back. Theresa then turned and rammed into the school wall, disappearing from Debbie's line of sight. As the blue haired girl heard students and teachers scream in the distance, one thought came to hear mind.

"Well shoob me sideways…"