Chapter 4: First period.
Meanwhile, Frieda and Mikey were headed to first period.
"So, who do you have first period?" Mikey asked as they wandered the halls of the decrepit building that they called school.
"Um, lemme check," Frieda responded, digging for her schedule in her pocket. "Ha! My elective, home ec. With Mr…. Gumb? Is that how you pronounce that?"
"Oh, yeah. You don't mind bugs do ya, hun?"
"Not really. Why?"
"Oh, Mr. Gumb just has a couple of class pets."
"Class pets?" Frieda asked, looking at Mikey unsurely.
"Moths."
"Ah."
"Oh, and a poodle."
As they arrived at the home ec room, Mikey turned to Frieda. "And a piece of info…he insists everyone call him 'Mommy'"
Frieda looked back at Mikey.
"Are you serious?" She asked. Mikey nodded, giggling.
"Well, good luck with Mommy!" Mikey added.
"Thanks, I'll probably need it." Frieda entered the classroom, and the state of it shocked her. The room looked like a deranged tailors basement! Strange blankets and pictures covered the walls and mannequins were scattered around the room in a random fashion.
"Ohmygosh, who are you?" A robed man asked, turning around.
"Um, Frieda, Frieda Krueger." Frieda replied, holding out her hand.
"Sweetheart! What happened to your skin? Oh, you know what, don't tell me, Mommy will make it all better!" The man spurted, turning around to grab a basket off of his desk. He turned back to Frieda, revealing that the basket held multiple types of lotion. "Now, It puts the lotion on It's skin, or else It gets the hose again."
"Um, okay?" Frieda said, whilst grabbing a bottle of moisturizer from the basket. Mr. Gumb looked at her excitedly. She squirted some of the lotion into her hand and rubbed it in, smiling uncomfortably at the teacher.
"Now, It puts the lotion in the basket." He told her. Frieda put the lotion back in the basket and Mr. Gumb put it back onto his desk. He then turned back to her. "Oh, I'm sorry! Where are my manners? I'm Mr. Gumb, but please, call me Mommy!" After "Mommy" finished his sentence, a small Bichon Frise (sp?) type dog ran to his feet and started yipping. He picked the little dog up. "And this is Precious, Mommy's little darling!" He exclaimed, cuddling the little ball of fluff.
Frieda looked around the room, trying to find a place to sit down. There were desks, but they were painted and clothed to match the room. There were very few students in the class, but she spotted Jaymie making a motion to an empty desk next to hers. Frieda gladly ran over to the desk and sat down. She flashed a yellow smile at Jaymie and started to get her stuff out. There were a few students scattered around the room, including a girl who looked normal, if you dismissed the fact that she dressed like a 30 year old businesswoman, and a boy wearing clown makeup.
"Class, I have some very exciting news!" Mr. Gumb squealed. "We have a new student! She's right over there, the one next to Jaymie. Say hi Frieda!"
Frieda nervously waved to the other students, and they didn't cringe at her or giggle at her. The just smiled and waved back.
"Her name is Frieda Krueger, and I want you all to make sure that she feels welcomed into our little family." Mr. Gumb finished. Role later revealed the "Normal" girl to be Mischa Lecter, and the boy to be Peter Wise. There were also two other girls, named Franny Furter and Janet Torrance, and another boy named Alex. He was visiting from (a penitentiary in) England. Also according to role, Peter had a twin sister named Penny, who is also in the class, but she has food poisoning and stayed home sick.
Frieda raised her hand. "Mr. Gu…Er, Mommy? If this class only has a total of eight students, why wasn't it canceled?"
"Oh, Dearie, I have some connections with Principal Kathryn." Mr. Gumb replied, with an over the top wink. Frieda performed an over-exaggerated nod in reply. "Well, because we have a new student, I'm going to make this a social period, so Little Miss Krueger here, can make some new friends at this big, scary school!" And at that, Mommy dismissed the students, to socialize in the classroom.
Frieda attempted to slide down in her desk, but not before she was caught by Peter Wise.
"Hi there! I'm Peter Wise." He stated, before sticking out his hand for a handshake. Frieda slowly reached out and grabbed his hand. She was suddenly surprised by a small burst of electricity in her hand. She jumped back, only to see Peter laughing his orange silk-clothed ass off.
"That's not funny, you burger-selling fuck!" She shouted. She didn't like being mocked by anyone. That shout obviously upset Peter, and he started turning. The pupils in his yellow eyes turned to slits and his teeth began to grow sharp.
Luckily, Mischa decided to step in before things got too ugly.
"Peter! Is that how you treat a new student?" She half shouted, as she stepped between the two. "Please pardon my boyfriends outright rude behavior. My name is Mischa Johanna Lecter. My mother works at the school. You may have met her, she's the physical education teacher, Mrs. Clarice Lecter?"
"Well, I have her, but I haven't met her yet. Oh, I do think I saw her break up a fight in the hall." Frieda responded, thankful for her Mischa's stepping in. Mischa smiled at Frieda and stuck out her hand. Frieda was more reluctant to take her hand.
"Don't worry, I promise you that there's no joy buzzer." She replied to Frieda. That reassured Frieda, so that she did take her hand. They shook on it for a second, before Mischa pulled her up onto her feet. "Let me introduce you to the other students." She then proceeded to pull Frieda around the room.
"Um, I don't know about this…" Frieda responded.
"Oh, don't worry. Firstly, this is Francine Natalie Furter, or Franny." Mischa replied, referring to a girl with frizzy black hair, pale skin and all too much makeup. The girl turned to Frieda and winked. "And the girl next to her is Janet Torrance." Mischa said, talking about a girl in a plaid shirt and jeans, with lanky brown hair and crazy eyes.
Mischa then proceeded to drag Frieda over to the empty corner of the room, opposite of the boy Alex. "And that's Alex. Nobody knows his last name. He's from England and that's what the extent of most people's knowledge about him is. Though because, actually, both of my parents work at the school, I know a small bit more. His father was a crazy gang leader and he's the spitting image of him. All he does all period is sit in that corner of his and draw violent pictures."
Though Mischa whispered, Alex still seemed to hear her descriptions of him, and looked up from his drawing. Though, instead of looking angry, he just looked Frieda up and down, and gave her a side smile, before looking down and continuing his picture.
"Frieda, is it?" Mischa asked. Frieda nodded in response. "Well, Frieda, you should try to talk to him. I did, but he just ignored me. Maybe he'll like you." She finished, nudging Frieda towards Alex.
The boy seemed to hear that too, and turned towards the girls. He let out a quick, high-pitched giggle and made an obscene gesture to Frieda.
"Uh, yeah, I'll pass on that." Frieda responded, taking a step backwards. Luckily, the bell rang before there was any time to get acquainted with Alex. As she was leaving the classroom, she prayed that she didn't have any other classes with him.
Hey, y'all. I'm alive, amen! I was totally done with this fic, i wasn't gonna do any more. Then, boredom presented itself to me...and this little disaster happened. I'm doing much better emotionally, but I'm stuck in bed with a horrible cold :(. I'm having some trouble coming up with background characters, so I won't promise that they'll be put in the story, but I'd love some suggestions! Alright, i do love all of you! Bye-byes.