Chapter 3

Ding Dong, Which old Witch?

It had only taken a moment to find the office and figure out where their class was, as well as get tardy passes. I appeared that the class had the same boring blue door like any other door of the building. It was surrounded by blue lockers.

Their main class was run by a woman named Ms. Ding. She had the two teens wait outside for some stupid dramatic effect. Squee thought it was retarded, but arguing with a woman that had a psychotic smile and a crazy look in her eye probably isn't a good idea. So, like he did in the past with other crazies, he kept his mouth shut and his head down.

Pepito and Squee were sitting out in the hall up against the lockers, Pepito listening to a muffled speech that Ms. Ding was giving in the class. Something about accepting new things or what not. Squee was looking at the floor and its ugly checker design, now that he thought about it.

Burn it.

That thought had come from no where, and he wasn't sure really if it was his, but it felt good. He imagined the building in flames. The glorious smell of burning wood, the sight of flicker flames, the blaze of the sky as the building light up and perhaps the smell of burning flesh as people in the building burned to death.

Burn it all.

"Squee?" Pepito asked for the second time. Squee snapped out of the fantasy he was having. Pepito was looking at him funny, with eyes wide and kind of backed away. Oh, he's freaked out.

"You had that loony look again," he said cautiously. Squee's bone thin cheeks hurt, he deduced that he'd been smiling unconsciously too. "I don't get it! How come your obsession gets you everywhere but MY house, you actually act bored with the Basement and yet you still zone out with your fire induced imagination outside of it!"

"Eh," Squee shrugged. It's true, he had been diagnosed with 'unofficial' pyromania. It seemed to come to him, a lighted match was better than any blade he could come across. Squee had distaste for such objects, they gave him shivers just looking at them.

The door open, and out came a pale woman with her light brown hair in a bun and a Victorian style maroon dress. With that smile plastered on her face.

"Alright boys," Ms. Ding said happily. The antichrist and the bag-o-bones came up from their positions and walked in the room.

Like any high school classroom, it was filled with teenagers, texting on their phones, talking, and the general misbehavior. One face, however, stuck from the crowd of jabbering teens. A red head, red eyed person.

Oh god…

The look that came on Keef's face would probably cause the ultimate down fall of Squee's day. The boy was staring at him with full excitement, and Squee already felt sick to his stomach. It's a bit too late to walk out and skip out.

"Alright class," Ms. Ding walked in, and the class fell silent immediately. Usually, most teenagers wouldn't really follow silence suddenly, and Squee was partially worried about that. Maybe this teacher would be worse than he thought. Some of the students were even forcing smiles. "These are your new classmates!"

The eerie moment that came said that Squee and Pepito introduce themselves. Pepito had no problem with being stared at intently, but Squee wasn't used to so much attention. In fact, he might do anything just to get away from them all.

"I am Pepito, Pepy to the ladies," the Demon Spawn's eye brows bounced, and you could hear the giggles and sighs coming from some of the air headed females. Squee felt disgusted with the idiots that littered the class.

"What's with the horns?" someone in the back said, but unlike what was expected, no laughter from the class. They looked uncomfortable, which is unusual for teens of either gender.

"Now now," Ms. Ding said, smiling, "Lets not judge a book by its cover."

It was Squee's turn. He didn't like the fact that he was center of attention, or the fact that Keef and Ms. Ding were smiling insanely at him. He swallowed a lump in his throat and introduced himself.

"Call me Squee," he said, and some of the class was giving him looks, like they were going to bust a gut. Ms. Ding, coming from the close class door, came up next to Squee, and he could practically smell the insanity radiating from this woman.

"Alright students," she said excited, "Mr. Pepito you can take that seat." She pointed at seat on the far right in the front, and it was surrounded by blonds, particularly girls. The antichrist might've actually flew there if he wasn't around so many humans, he really only levitated in front of Squee.

"And Squee you can take that one," Ms. Ding point to an empty desk in on of the middle rows on the far left. He hadn't noticed it earlier, but it was in front of Keef. Can the day get worse?

"Umm," Squee was thinking about maybe convincing his teach to reassign he sit, however it went unvoiced as the teacher placed her delicate smooth hands on Squee's thin and bony shoulders and 'led' him to his seat.

"Don't be shy Squee," she said, Smiling, "Everyone can get nervous, all you have to do is take it slowly."

And she said this while she was 'leading' him to his desk. Fucking hypocrite. She stopped 'leading' him when they got to his new desk. He sighed and sat down, dropping his backpack under his desk.

"We'll assign you two lockers later, won't we class?" Ms. Ding said.

"Yes Ms. Ding," the class said in unison, and Squee nearly prayed that this teacher wasn't like the teacher he had in second grade. Memories of that old crone and the zombie children couldn't have come at a worse time.

"Hi there good buddy!" An excited whisper came to Squee from Keef. The red head didn't seem the regular zombie type, more like the obsessive type. Squee is probably going to deal with him for the rest of his school life, hopefully he died like any other 'normal' friend of Squee. But that's the good scenario.

Class did start normally, but the students were unusually quiet and obedient. Text book were pulled on desk and turned to something-something page number. It was about the pilgrims and the sailing to America. Ms. Ding was preaching something about it on the board.

But Squee noticed something aerie. The book, and Ms. Ding for that matter, said the pilgrims came to America in 1602, they actually came in 1620. A Typo. Deja vu.

Squee raised his skinny hand in the air. Ms. Ding spotted his need for attention, and called him, with that smile…

"Yes Squee?"

"Ma'am," he began, "The pilgrims came to America in 1620, not 1602."

Ms. Ding stopped. Some the students were giving Squee angry and frightened looks. Pepito looked around and then at Squee, giving him an 'I don't know what's going on' look. The teacher was still smiling, but she was shaking. Like she was having a complete break down. This became quickly apparent when she started making a sharp whine sound.

Maybe the zombie kids weren't as bad as I thought… Squee was starting to realize some of the 'unseeable' problems on his new teacher.

"Alright, Alright! I'm Sorry!" He said, and sighed, "Please continue with the lesson…"

"Alrighty Then! Now…" the teacher's mood had suddenly switched back to being unnaturally happy and joyous, with that damn smile. Next time, I'm keeping my fuckin' mouth shut…

The rest of the class went uninterrupted, beside the wads of paper and spit balls that kept being thrown at Squee, and the fact that Keef kept bugging the crap out of him. Squee found solace in the thought of burning every single one of them. The bell rang, and each of the students rushed out of the class room.

Pepito and Squee walked down the hall, around them were various peers. Cheerleaders, jockeys, geeks, wimps, freaks, losers, chess players, hippies, you name it.

Sadly, Pepito wouldn't be accompanying Squee for his next couple of classes.

Next up was Mr. Kite

Then Mr. Hind.

Lastly, before lunch, was Professor Jacklin.

Yeah, the day was going turn just perfect…