"Frog, we're doing something productive today."
A positive aura hung around Arthur today, but Francis had no clue where it had come from. Nor did he spoil it, since he had NEVER seen him smile. "Oui, just tell me what to do."
The two of them looked at the list they had written the night before, before going to the graveyard. Since Arthur was British through and through, as Francis was a Frenchman, the two opted for doing Europe. A lot of countries in a small area, but at least there would be a lot of progress done.
Mr McHavisham had let them research on the computers, so most people have seated themselves at one, logging themselves in on the desktops scattered around the class. As Arthur's computer slowly loaded, he looked around the class. Most of what he heard (before he even turned), was a mix of shouting, things being thrown across the class with big bangs, and Alfred had a bag of party poppers (Arthur had no clue where he had got them from), and him and some others in the class were setting them off right behind unsuspecting victims, half of them screaming like girls. Mr McHavisham (the prankster out of him, Mr Richardson, his younger sister and older brother), for some reason, had fallen fast asleep with one in his mouth, not caring about the messy floor.
"Finally." Arthur groaned, as the 'Welcome' screen was finally replaced with the main screen. Turning on Internet Explorer (please note, the computers are older than everyone in the room, and only three years younger than Mr McHavisham), he managed to find a promising looking page, and smiled in achievement as he found the screen filled with useful information.
Meanwhile, Francis, positioned at one of the only spare computers left by the time they reached them, was poised at the other side of the room, groaning. The computer was 'Not Responding'.
As he cured the machine under his breath in French, Gilbert walked past. "Kesese, someone's messed your computer up. Press Ctrl, Alt and Delete."
As Francis did so, the screen turned a ghostly white, before red lines filled the screen, eventually forming words:
I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL KILL YOU.
"Natalya trolled your comp." Gilbert said bluntly.
"She doesn't even know I went on this computer."
"She knows where you live, though. Want to know where all the keys are just in case?"
"She won't kill me. How would she have even gotten into the school?"
"Kesese, Francey-pants, I've been joking and you took it all seriously!"
"I know, Gil." Francis was used to Gilbert's jokes, so he just played along; it was a lot less hassle. Meanwhile, Francis hadn't realised the image that replaced the screen.
A woman even Francis didn't find attractive (if that is even possible).
"Gil!"
Meanwhile, two women sat with just eachother for company. The two were locked in an isolated room, away from anyone else. They were too dangerous to be near anybody else.
One of them was attached to the wall behind her, not able to move, while the other was allowed to walk around, smirking at the other.
"Guess what I got?"
The woman tied to the wall said nothing, but looked at the woman standing up. "You're kidding aren't you?"
This was because the woman had drawn out the keys to get themselves out of the room.
"Nope, as long as we're quiet, we can get out."
"You've been in here two weeks, while I've been here for hell knows how long!"
The woman smiled. "Well, hurry up, idiot. We've got to get going."
Another fill-in chapter, the next one will be longer, I promise.
