Chapter 13: Fight

Zane walked in class right before class started. Everyone was sitting at their seats and being extra quiet. Mrs. Vandal hadn't even entered the room yet. He sat down and looked at the board. It said, "Sit and be quiet."

As soon as the late bell rang, Mrs. Vandal. Stepped in. She had her hair up in a bun and was warring a black pants suit. She looked more like a teacher than she normally did.

Mrs. Vandal walked silently to the front of the room. Everyone's gaze was on her. She looked over at the class. Then she spoke in a soft voice, "You guys are in terrible trouble. There will be no more group projects. Everyone will work on this next project completely alone and in class. There will be no talking and we are just going to write."

Everyone looked around the room to see if anyone was going to be brave enough to ask why this was happening. No one seemed capable. Then Emma slowly raised her hand.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked.

Mrs. Vandal smiled, as if she was glad that someone had the nerve to asked. "For the past few days, because of my fun projects, you'll have ended in detention. Mrs. Capricorn has enlisted me to keep my projects limited to this class room."

Emma looked back at Lewis, who looked down at his desk. She looked back at the teacher. Mrs. Vandal started passing out the prompted.

For about ten minutes of the class, everyone was silent. The prompted kept them busy, for the most part. Some students were daydreaming, but nothing that would have led them to where they went next.

After about twelve minutes of writing, Charlotte was stumped. She couldn't put anything on the paper that made since. All she could think about was how Emma had the best writing in the class, during English. She kept her eyes glued to the girl right in front of her eyes. She was deep in her writing.

Kelly tried to keep her mind in place, but Charlotte's picture just kept popping up in her mind. She really believes every word she had said, and was keeping it a big secret, why? Kelly looked up and saw Zane in front of her, writing away like crazy. He was probably writing about his precious Rikki. Looking at Zane, reminded Kelly how he too was passing notes with Charlotte in detention. What were they talking about?

Merriam looked at the prompted, but as she wrote, she started to get farther and farther from the topic. At times her eyes would dart to Ash across the room. He seemed so insistent, but it was his fault they were in the situation they were in. He could have just taken the punishment like a man and not wined, but no. He had to get off the hook. Merriam knew he what he was writing about, Emma.

Kendall read over the prompted twice. It made no since to him. After a while he just started to write what was on his mind. That included things he didn't want some of the other students to read. He turned his head to get a good look at his sister next to Charlotte. She didn't know what he knew. Just a simple page in a dairy, could change so much.

The clock ticked on, as people started to get board. Mrs. Vandal sat unaware of some of the wondering eyes in the class. Charlotte's eyes got closer and closer to seeing Emma's paper. Kelly couldn't keep her mind and eye's away from Zane's paper in front of her. Merriam's wounding mind kept her looking at Ash.

With one small scoot forward, everything in the class fell. Charlotte finally landed her eyes on Emma's paper, and what she saw was not the wonderful stuff she wrote for English. It was much worse, and it was about her.

"What do you mean, crab!" She yelped out of nowhere.

Everyone turned toward Charlotte now standing above Emma. As Zane moved to get a better look, he pushed his paper back, giving Kelly great view of it. It was terrible.

"How could you say that!" She blurted.

With that everyone was out of their seats to see what was going to happen. Cleo was between Emma and Charlotte in an instant, trying to cool things down, but that just made things worse.

"How could say those things about me!" Charlotte's voice rumbled out for everyone to hear.

"It wasn't like you were suppose to read it!" Emma protested.

As they were debating and Zane and Kelly were as close as you could be to a fist fight, others were seeing what nasty things their classmates were saying about them. It was total madness in the room. There was a lot of yelling and many fist fights in the making. Mrs. Vandal tried resistless to get her class back in order. She knew what was going to happen and that was something she couldn't risk, not at the time.

Things went from bad to worse after that. No one knows who started it or why they did what they did, but before anyone knew what was going on, everyone was in one large fight. Kicks and punches were being thrown around the room. Cries of pain were heard from every angle. It was the biggest fight in the history of the school.

Still, it wasn't the worst of it. As everyone heated up and two sides were shone, there was use of binders and books to do some serious damage. And that's when the worst thing ever happened. No one knew how and no one could tell what had actually happened, but at that moment, all the power in the whole school went out.

As soon as the room was dark, it was quiet, for a few seconds. Then everyone was asking what happened and accusing others of hitting some switch. Mrs. Vandal knew then that nothing could get worse and that her job was in the toilet.

After a long period of time and a move to the auditorium for the rest of the day, the problem was found and the power was turned back on. No one in the class had really mongered with their classmates, on account the fight was long from over. Harsh feelings still lingered between the small class and their teacher.

Mrs. Vandal brought her students together one last time before leaving the school for good. She didn't show the sings of pain she had for leaving them but she did say, "Today is my last day. From now on you will have a period to do homework quietly with Mr. Lou. I just want to say, one day you will regret your beaver, for the information could have saved some of you in the nearer future, but we will never know now, will we." And that was all most of the students got.

The next day Cleo, Charlotte, Mary, and Kenly fond a strange note in their lockers. It was written in the same pen and handwriting on the same stationary. It said, "Dear my good friend, I just wanted you to know that friendship is the key to many heard times. You will soon learn more about this through an experience even I can't predict. Friends could be the people you never want to speak to again as well as the ones you have complete contact with. Remember that as your year progresses and you find yourself in a terrible situation. From your close admirer."

Cleo was the only one to show it to her friends and even they were stumped at the note. No one knew that this was going to be the start of something bigger than anyone could imagine.

A/N I know I ended it clifthangy (not a word) but I will be starting a sequel soon. I promise it will be better. I do not promise it being out right away.