A/N Hi guys. Don't Kill Me! I've got a test tomorrow! I'm sorry this took so long, I just didn't feel very motivated in writing for the last few weeks. I couldn't get past the first few paragraphs so I left it alone for a bit. Then about a week ago I pretty much just picked up my computer and got it all typed in a few hours. You know how it is, and I know you don't want to hear it. So, here's that special chapter I was talking about. Hope you guys like it. This has only been through my beta once, so sorry if there are more mistakes than usual.
Disclaimer: Actually, I do own this guy, just not (most of) the rest of the cast.
JohnPOV
John had finally managed to fall asleep, when, what seemed like thirty seconds later, his alarm went off.
"Gah!"
He shot up in his bed with enough momentum to throw himself off, his legs trapped in the sheets, the rest of him face down on the floor. "Ugh, you're kidding me," he groaned into the carpet, his voice muffled.
He disentangled himself, spat out a bit of lint, and stumbled to his desk.
"What's a guy got to do to get some sleep around here?" he grumbled as he started up his computer.
How about not stay up all night in the chat room? a voice in his head suggested obnoxiously. He rolled his eyes at himself and checked to make sure he hadn't gotten any new messages in the last couple of hours he hadn't been on. His moved a piece of paper off his keyboard.
His face drained of any color there had been as he stared in horror at his half finished English essay.
"Nooo!" he wailed. "I am so dead!"
Ten minutes later, he was slouching over a bowl of cereal, trying to cram more words onto the page and food in his mouth simultaneously. Unfortunately, this was one of those papers where you have to actually put some thought into it, not just ramble about the subject, and all too soon, it was time to go or he'd miss the bus.
He trudged miserably to the bus stop just in time to catch the bus. He was surprised to see Rebecca wasn't in their usual place, but shrugged, figuring she had gotten Jenny to take her. Then he pouted when he realized he didn't have anyone to complain to about the injustice of homework.
He tried to finish his work on the bus, but it was almost impossible to write with the bus jolting every time they hit a bump, and all of the students talking so loudly they were almost screaming, despite the bus aid's best efforts.
They were soon at the school and he immediately had to head to P.E. He absolutely abhored athletics, having spent almost all of his time inside on the computer, but it was required. He was in the "lazy kid" group, as Rebecca liked to call it, so all they had to do was walk up and down bleachers for thirty minutes. His thighs and calfs were burning and felt like jello by the end of it.
As soon as he was done getting dressed he had to head straight to English. Joy.
He sat down and looked around for Rebecca. Her seat was empty and she wasn't hanging out anywhere else in the room. That was odd; she was never sick. He felt a pang of concern and promised himself he'd go visit her after school.
The teacher came in and established order, then called roll. She paused when she came to Rebecca's name, then went on.
When she was finished she called out for a volunteer to read their paper. John cringed, but then the loudspeaker whined to life.
"All students and teachers, please report to the cafeteria." He sighed with relief. Anything to put it off just a little bit longer.
They all filed out and walked to the cafeteria. Once everyone was seated the principal stood up. He looked upset. John wondered if they weren't meeting the standard for passing grades or something but then he started talking.
Later, when he thought back to this moment, John had no idea what was said. He remembered other things, like the strained look on the principal's face, the smell of tater tots from the kitchen, the other kids messing around, not really paying any attention.
After the principal said that Rebecca was missing, John didn't really remember anything.
There was a stunned silence, and then everyone started talking. Where might she be? Was she alive? Had she run away? Was she kidnapped? Murdered? John could only sit there, unmoving an expressionless.
Rebecca? Gone? No, that wasn't possible. Stuff like that didn't happen in real life. Kidnapping was something that you saw on TV, that happened to other people. What a shame, then flip to the cartoons.
This was all some joke. A sick, twisted, sadistic joke that he was going to scream at them for making when they said, "Ha, you should have seen your faces." But they didn't. The principal told them that if they knew anything about her whereabouts then come to them immediately and tell them. He told them to help her friends and family get through this.
John felt it when people turned and looked at him. Everyone knew he and Rebecca were best friends. Rebecca wasn't popular, but she wasn't as much of an outcast as him. She was friendly to anyone who tried to make conversation with her and was never mean unless they were mean first. She could have been in a clique if she wanted to be, she could have had a bunch friends, but she wasn't really interested. John was the only person at school that she was close to. "Weirdo by choice," they sometimes joked.
They were dismissed. John rose automatically when everyone else did. Before he reached the door, he was pulled aside by the principal.
"You okay, John?" he asked with concern.
John stared at him blankly. How could he be okay?
The principal cleared his throat. "Look John, we know that you're Rebecca's best friend. Do you have any idea where she might be? In these sort of cases the police usually think it's just a runaway. Did she give you any indication that she would be leaving or even where she'd be going?"
That snapped John out of it. This is what he needed. He couldn't just mope about his best friend disappearing, he had to help find her.
"She didn't run away, sir," he said angrily. "She's not like that." She wouldn't do that to him.
The principal sighed. "Alright, but if you have any idea at all of where she might be, let us know. I'm really sorry John." He dismissed him back to class. They still had a few minutes left.
He told the teacher that he didn't have his paper. "Don't worry about it, sweetie," she said, pity in her eyes. For the briefest second he felt relief. Then he hated himself so much that it made him feel sick. The rest of the day was a blur. He had no homework.
He dropped his back pack by the door. His mom wasn't home from work yet and his dad was taking a nap. He walked into his room and looked around. Everything was exactly as he'd left it that morning. It was also what it had looked like the other night when Rebecca had come over. She had joked how she was almost afraid to touch anything with how unnaturally clean it was, like she always did. Everything except the desk...
He sat down on the bed and cried. Ten minutes, twenty, thirty.
Stop blubbering, you idiot. How about instead crying about it, you actually do something?
He wiped his eyes and got on the computer. Time to get to business.
A/N So, that's John for you. Did you like him? Hate him? Let me know in a review. Also, I have a friend called With_The_Wolves. She has a fairly interesting fanfic she's working on. It's a crossover between Ranger's Apprentice and Hunger Games, which I definitely think should have a bigger archive. Book about a girl who's good with a bow and arrow. Book about a boy who's good with a bow and arrow. Seems like it shouldn't be too hard to come up with something. Anyway, check it out, it's pretty good so far. Well, I think that's it, love you guys, bye. :)
Edit 7/14/12- Changed a few little things, nothing big.
