"Knives and Sickles"
Chapter Two
By: Reki-Chan
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Bee—!
Todd 'Squee' Casil's alarm clock went off, at seven am sharp. The dreaded hour. Slowly he sat up, and stared tiredly at the clock, he glared at it. He sighed, and shook his head, waking himself up. Let's see...Friday, the day of the field trip to the museum. He got out of bed, changing into a black and white striped T-shirt, with a long-sleeved black shirt underneath, black shorts, and a pair of converse shoes. He trudged over to his desk, grabbing his pack back, and then back to the bed, grabbing Shmee. He stuffed the tattered and torn bear into the pack, "Don't worry Shmee, I'd never leave you behind on a day like this."
He made his way down the hall, and peeked into his 'parents' room, he grinned seeing not just Devi for once, but Nny there as well, not wanting to disturb the two, he crept downstairs as quiet as he could. He carefully made his way outside, and walked down towards his school. So far, it was a great day. He sighed, and soon it would be his seventeenth birthday, he only hoped nothing dramatic happened that would ruin his special day.
"Hey!" a voice yelled out, he turned around to see the same gang of boys from yesterday, "It's that little punk! Let's get him!"
'Damnit!' He thought to himself, 'I thought I dealt with those big idiots yesterday...Oh well.' He just started sprinting towards the school, he was almost there anyway, and he was a fast runner.
The other boys followed him, of course due to years of goofing off in class, and eating far too much junk food, they weren't a fast as the skinnier boy, and he soon evaded them.
Squee as he looked at the tiny pink-pricks that was the bullies from the steps of the school. He entered the school, and forced his way into the usual never-ending stream of students, and towards his first hour class, art. He stepped into the classroom, ah art, his favourite class. He sat down at his seat in the back, and contented himself in drawing a series of different daggers and knives.
The teacher walked in, a tall, balding man, that was always angry it seemed, "OK, students, not only do we have a lousy trip to a stupid museum, but you have some more wretched souls, or as some people call them 'new students', to share my and you hell that is first hour art with," at this two girls stepped in, one an attractive girl with short brown hair, overly pale skin and dressed in a simple pair of jeans and pink shirt, the other a girl with long red hair that was into two pigtails and glasses, she too was overly thin, and her attire was a plaid skirt with a shirt saying "Luv Sux".
The two looked about, the red haired girl clutched something close to her, Squee stared at it for a while until relising it was clothe doll with ragged blonde yarn-hair, and a crudely stitched face. The other girl looked about brightly, and waved, "Hi! I'm Lashee! And this is L, but you can call her L-Chan if your heart desires! It's her nick-name you know!" She said in an overly perky voice, pointing to herself and the red head.
Lashee grabbed L-Chan, and dragged her over to a seat near Squee, who stared in amazement at her. He suddenly remembered a girl he had met oh so long ago named L...But no way could it be the same girl, could it? This L looked very similar to the one he had met, but he decided to best to let this girl make the first move of recognition, and went back to his drawing, but he couldn't help but over hear Lashee's current conversation with L- Chan.
"See L-Chan," she said in a low voice, ignoring Squee completely, "This is a different school, and guess what! D-Kun even managed to clean out all the blemishes in your permanent record! Isn't that great? But remember you have to try to control yourself this time, OK? G-Kun said she's tired of moving from town to town, and that she wanted to stay here for a while, so please try to, er, keep calm."
The girl only stared blankly at Lashee; those eyes were looking at her, and yet, in some way managed to look like she was staring through her. She didn't seem to be listening to a word she was saying, but in reality, she was. That was just L-Chan's way.
"Yeah, I know, but you have to try. I'm starting to get tired of doing this all the time too, in fact. So please try to take control." Lashee seemed to know what L-Chan was saying, because Squee sure didn't. The girl never once spoke, and yet Lashee was there, twittering away as if she could hear what she was saying,
Suddenly, L-Chan's eyes went to him, he felt strange, and those eyes...they seemed to only have to glance at him, and knew all of his secrets. And then laughter filled his head, it was strange laughter, the type a mad-scientist in an old movie would do.
"Huh?" Was all he could say, and then the voice entered it head, not unlike Shmee's form of speech with him.
So, this is the twit that made her speak, aye? Heh, doesn't seem all tha' great, aye? Oh well, I'll soon have total control, aye. It was a strange voice, but obviously a female voice, but still a strange one.
He gasped slightly, no one heard it and then spoke softly, and "Who said that S...Shmee? Was that you?" But he knew it wasn't. And he also knew that the voice wasn't going to speak again for awhile. But how and why he knew was completely unknown to him.
He looked up, to see both girls staring at him, their eyes both so piercing, he drew back and went back to his art. But now the ever-talkative Lashee knew he existed, and she decided that for once she had someone to talk to, that would respond.
"Hi! I'm Lashee, but of course your probably already knew that due to the fact that I told the entire class that, right?" She giggled, and thrust her hand in front of his face, wanting him to shake it, "How are you? You didn't introduce yourself!" She laughed at her own sad-attempt at a joke.
"Huh...I'm Todd Casil. But you can call me Squee..." His eyes wandered over the red head, who was currently having things thrown at her head, but she didn't seem to notice. She just staring listlessly at the front of the classroom, her a look on her face of deep concentration, and her tongue sticking out, a silly grin on her face. "Um, is there something wrong with her, she looks...funny."
"Who, L-Chan?" She burst out into a fit of high-pitched giggles, not unlike Tenna's, "There's nothin' wrong with her! That's just the way she is! Isn't that right L-Chan?" She leaned against her friend's shoulder and sighed, and was promptly hit in the forehead with a spit ball, she shrieked, and jumped up onto the table, and started yelling out, "ALRIGHT! WHO DID THAT?!"
And L-Chan kept staring into space, not even seeing what was going on, nor did she notice when a small rock was tossed at her head, Squee sighed, it was going to be a long day.
"All right you miserable leeches, get in a single file line, it's time for you pathetic trip to the museum," barked out the angry-art- teacher.
Squee sighed, no longer would he have to be around the two insane girls. He stood up, and walked over to the line, and leaned against the wall, peace at last. He put his hands in one of his pockets, and pulled out a set of headphones, he put them on, and began listening to the music. Ah, so relaxing. He took a deep breath, and no longer heard the squabbling students, if only this peace would last. He chanced to open his eyes, to see the red head was still staring at him, while being pushed about by the other rowdy students. He held her gaze, determined to win this little 'staring contest', but before it ever got truly started, the students were hustled into the hallway and from there onto the bus.
Squee sat in the very back, away from all the other students, he noticed already the two new students seemed to had fallen into the groups they were to be with, Lashee was surrounded by a group of boys, all of whom she was insulting, and L was by herself, but she didn't seem to care.
He frowned, and turned the music up, trying to block out the noises the other students were making. Yep...this would be a long day. On a small school full of jocks and twinkies, and two girls that belonged in a mental institution.
"This is going to be some fun," he muttered to himself, he took one last look about the bus, and soon fell asleep.
I He was running, but from what? Voices were yelling out things, strange voices. But what was strangest was he was a child again, that scared little child who lived with the two most horrid parents. He was gasping, trying to escape whatever was chasing him, and suddenly a huge head loomed before him... He took a chance, and looked back, seeing something running after him. But it wasn't a monster. /I
"Uh...What...Where am I?" He slowly opened his eyes to find the two crazies and the angry-teacher before him.
"Damn, it's still alive..." growled the teacher, he turned and walked back to the front of the bus, cursing and muttering to himself about how he wasn't paid enough for this job.
"Hey! The Bitter-Teacher-Man was right! You ARE alive!" Lashee giggled for no reason, "Anyway, what happened? You, like, were screaming, right L-Chan?" She turned to the silent L, who moved her head up and down ever so slightly, "Wow, that was unexpected. Heh," she looked back to Squee, "That's the first time she's even acknowledged my existence in...a few years. Cool." She grinned.
Squee blinked, and sighed, "This really isn't my day, you know that? It really truly isn't, first I get two idiots in my class, one almost a clone off Tenna, the other a mute." He leaned back, and scowled.
"Hey...Why are you so mad! You should cheer up! We're almost at the museum! I like art museums, they're fun!" She gave that almost trademark giggle.
L sat down, and just stared into space...No way this could be the same L he had met. This girl acted almost like his mother, always staring into space, and never really seeming to know what was going on. But that was just how others, including Squee, viewed her. But in reality she was always thinking, her mind wasn't blank, it always had something on it, whether it was how to invent some new type of machine or about a book, it was always busy, she just chose not to speak to others about it.
L-Chan...what's that matter, you seem upset, aye, you do. Came a voice that filled her mind, she blinked, and took the doll out from her bag, she looked at it.
She grinned crookedly at the doll, and shook her head slightly, Nothing's the matter K.C.
Was someone picking on you? If they were, you know what to do, aye. Just do what you do best, use that lovely little –
"WE'REEEEE HEREEEEEEEE!" Screamed out Lashee, waving her arms about wildly, cutting the doll off. L flinched, she loved Lashee like a sister, but still, she was just so annoying at times.
Kk, I know this doesn't really seem it's has anything to do with the story, but it does, e.e;, you just have to pay attention to what the dolly says. Now, be nice to me, and REVIEW otherwise, I refuse to write anymore for this story, I'll just…abandon it. Mawha.
Chapter Two
By: Reki-Chan
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Bee—!
Todd 'Squee' Casil's alarm clock went off, at seven am sharp. The dreaded hour. Slowly he sat up, and stared tiredly at the clock, he glared at it. He sighed, and shook his head, waking himself up. Let's see...Friday, the day of the field trip to the museum. He got out of bed, changing into a black and white striped T-shirt, with a long-sleeved black shirt underneath, black shorts, and a pair of converse shoes. He trudged over to his desk, grabbing his pack back, and then back to the bed, grabbing Shmee. He stuffed the tattered and torn bear into the pack, "Don't worry Shmee, I'd never leave you behind on a day like this."
He made his way down the hall, and peeked into his 'parents' room, he grinned seeing not just Devi for once, but Nny there as well, not wanting to disturb the two, he crept downstairs as quiet as he could. He carefully made his way outside, and walked down towards his school. So far, it was a great day. He sighed, and soon it would be his seventeenth birthday, he only hoped nothing dramatic happened that would ruin his special day.
"Hey!" a voice yelled out, he turned around to see the same gang of boys from yesterday, "It's that little punk! Let's get him!"
'Damnit!' He thought to himself, 'I thought I dealt with those big idiots yesterday...Oh well.' He just started sprinting towards the school, he was almost there anyway, and he was a fast runner.
The other boys followed him, of course due to years of goofing off in class, and eating far too much junk food, they weren't a fast as the skinnier boy, and he soon evaded them.
Squee as he looked at the tiny pink-pricks that was the bullies from the steps of the school. He entered the school, and forced his way into the usual never-ending stream of students, and towards his first hour class, art. He stepped into the classroom, ah art, his favourite class. He sat down at his seat in the back, and contented himself in drawing a series of different daggers and knives.
The teacher walked in, a tall, balding man, that was always angry it seemed, "OK, students, not only do we have a lousy trip to a stupid museum, but you have some more wretched souls, or as some people call them 'new students', to share my and you hell that is first hour art with," at this two girls stepped in, one an attractive girl with short brown hair, overly pale skin and dressed in a simple pair of jeans and pink shirt, the other a girl with long red hair that was into two pigtails and glasses, she too was overly thin, and her attire was a plaid skirt with a shirt saying "Luv Sux".
The two looked about, the red haired girl clutched something close to her, Squee stared at it for a while until relising it was clothe doll with ragged blonde yarn-hair, and a crudely stitched face. The other girl looked about brightly, and waved, "Hi! I'm Lashee! And this is L, but you can call her L-Chan if your heart desires! It's her nick-name you know!" She said in an overly perky voice, pointing to herself and the red head.
Lashee grabbed L-Chan, and dragged her over to a seat near Squee, who stared in amazement at her. He suddenly remembered a girl he had met oh so long ago named L...But no way could it be the same girl, could it? This L looked very similar to the one he had met, but he decided to best to let this girl make the first move of recognition, and went back to his drawing, but he couldn't help but over hear Lashee's current conversation with L- Chan.
"See L-Chan," she said in a low voice, ignoring Squee completely, "This is a different school, and guess what! D-Kun even managed to clean out all the blemishes in your permanent record! Isn't that great? But remember you have to try to control yourself this time, OK? G-Kun said she's tired of moving from town to town, and that she wanted to stay here for a while, so please try to, er, keep calm."
The girl only stared blankly at Lashee; those eyes were looking at her, and yet, in some way managed to look like she was staring through her. She didn't seem to be listening to a word she was saying, but in reality, she was. That was just L-Chan's way.
"Yeah, I know, but you have to try. I'm starting to get tired of doing this all the time too, in fact. So please try to take control." Lashee seemed to know what L-Chan was saying, because Squee sure didn't. The girl never once spoke, and yet Lashee was there, twittering away as if she could hear what she was saying,
Suddenly, L-Chan's eyes went to him, he felt strange, and those eyes...they seemed to only have to glance at him, and knew all of his secrets. And then laughter filled his head, it was strange laughter, the type a mad-scientist in an old movie would do.
"Huh?" Was all he could say, and then the voice entered it head, not unlike Shmee's form of speech with him.
So, this is the twit that made her speak, aye? Heh, doesn't seem all tha' great, aye? Oh well, I'll soon have total control, aye. It was a strange voice, but obviously a female voice, but still a strange one.
He gasped slightly, no one heard it and then spoke softly, and "Who said that S...Shmee? Was that you?" But he knew it wasn't. And he also knew that the voice wasn't going to speak again for awhile. But how and why he knew was completely unknown to him.
He looked up, to see both girls staring at him, their eyes both so piercing, he drew back and went back to his art. But now the ever-talkative Lashee knew he existed, and she decided that for once she had someone to talk to, that would respond.
"Hi! I'm Lashee, but of course your probably already knew that due to the fact that I told the entire class that, right?" She giggled, and thrust her hand in front of his face, wanting him to shake it, "How are you? You didn't introduce yourself!" She laughed at her own sad-attempt at a joke.
"Huh...I'm Todd Casil. But you can call me Squee..." His eyes wandered over the red head, who was currently having things thrown at her head, but she didn't seem to notice. She just staring listlessly at the front of the classroom, her a look on her face of deep concentration, and her tongue sticking out, a silly grin on her face. "Um, is there something wrong with her, she looks...funny."
"Who, L-Chan?" She burst out into a fit of high-pitched giggles, not unlike Tenna's, "There's nothin' wrong with her! That's just the way she is! Isn't that right L-Chan?" She leaned against her friend's shoulder and sighed, and was promptly hit in the forehead with a spit ball, she shrieked, and jumped up onto the table, and started yelling out, "ALRIGHT! WHO DID THAT?!"
And L-Chan kept staring into space, not even seeing what was going on, nor did she notice when a small rock was tossed at her head, Squee sighed, it was going to be a long day.
"All right you miserable leeches, get in a single file line, it's time for you pathetic trip to the museum," barked out the angry-art- teacher.
Squee sighed, no longer would he have to be around the two insane girls. He stood up, and walked over to the line, and leaned against the wall, peace at last. He put his hands in one of his pockets, and pulled out a set of headphones, he put them on, and began listening to the music. Ah, so relaxing. He took a deep breath, and no longer heard the squabbling students, if only this peace would last. He chanced to open his eyes, to see the red head was still staring at him, while being pushed about by the other rowdy students. He held her gaze, determined to win this little 'staring contest', but before it ever got truly started, the students were hustled into the hallway and from there onto the bus.
Squee sat in the very back, away from all the other students, he noticed already the two new students seemed to had fallen into the groups they were to be with, Lashee was surrounded by a group of boys, all of whom she was insulting, and L was by herself, but she didn't seem to care.
He frowned, and turned the music up, trying to block out the noises the other students were making. Yep...this would be a long day. On a small school full of jocks and twinkies, and two girls that belonged in a mental institution.
"This is going to be some fun," he muttered to himself, he took one last look about the bus, and soon fell asleep.
I He was running, but from what? Voices were yelling out things, strange voices. But what was strangest was he was a child again, that scared little child who lived with the two most horrid parents. He was gasping, trying to escape whatever was chasing him, and suddenly a huge head loomed before him... He took a chance, and looked back, seeing something running after him. But it wasn't a monster. /I
"Uh...What...Where am I?" He slowly opened his eyes to find the two crazies and the angry-teacher before him.
"Damn, it's still alive..." growled the teacher, he turned and walked back to the front of the bus, cursing and muttering to himself about how he wasn't paid enough for this job.
"Hey! The Bitter-Teacher-Man was right! You ARE alive!" Lashee giggled for no reason, "Anyway, what happened? You, like, were screaming, right L-Chan?" She turned to the silent L, who moved her head up and down ever so slightly, "Wow, that was unexpected. Heh," she looked back to Squee, "That's the first time she's even acknowledged my existence in...a few years. Cool." She grinned.
Squee blinked, and sighed, "This really isn't my day, you know that? It really truly isn't, first I get two idiots in my class, one almost a clone off Tenna, the other a mute." He leaned back, and scowled.
"Hey...Why are you so mad! You should cheer up! We're almost at the museum! I like art museums, they're fun!" She gave that almost trademark giggle.
L sat down, and just stared into space...No way this could be the same L he had met. This girl acted almost like his mother, always staring into space, and never really seeming to know what was going on. But that was just how others, including Squee, viewed her. But in reality she was always thinking, her mind wasn't blank, it always had something on it, whether it was how to invent some new type of machine or about a book, it was always busy, she just chose not to speak to others about it.
L-Chan...what's that matter, you seem upset, aye, you do. Came a voice that filled her mind, she blinked, and took the doll out from her bag, she looked at it.
She grinned crookedly at the doll, and shook her head slightly, Nothing's the matter K.C.
Was someone picking on you? If they were, you know what to do, aye. Just do what you do best, use that lovely little –
"WE'REEEEE HEREEEEEEEE!" Screamed out Lashee, waving her arms about wildly, cutting the doll off. L flinched, she loved Lashee like a sister, but still, she was just so annoying at times.
Kk, I know this doesn't really seem it's has anything to do with the story, but it does, e.e;, you just have to pay attention to what the dolly says. Now, be nice to me, and REVIEW otherwise, I refuse to write anymore for this story, I'll just…abandon it. Mawha.