Hmmm... This looks interesting. A new chapter to read!

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Part Five

I finished eating my lunch. I put the remains back into the brown paper bag. Crumpling the bag up into a ball, I throw it over the wall and into another stall. I heard the bag bounce off the toilet and land on the floor. I leave it there.

Exiting the stall, I went to the sink to clean my knife. I turned the tap on and let the water heat. Until steam came off the water, I refused to submit my knife to mediocrity. Hot water cleaned the blade better.

As I waited for the rushing water to hit 'just so', I thought about what I could do. It was either stay in the bathroom or recklessly roam the halls. Deciding that the bathroom was getting a little small, I washed my knife and left for my next class, band, early.

If I were to be caught roaming the halls without a pass, I would have to stay after school for a detention. Which, by the way, are totally not fun. Normally I like my jacket, but just sitting in a small desk, with strange people openly staring at you is really not my idea of fun. They just kept staring. I could not even touch my knife, because I didn't want to seem suspicious. ~ Damn Kwan ~

But it is fun to walk around the school without having to try not to be noticed. Nine times out of ten I wasn't caught. Ten times out of ten I was extremely reckless, and today was not different. By myself, I wasn't shy or nervous. Alone, I could do what ever the hell I wanted. I'd dance and skip through the halls singing songs where every other word was a swear word. Screw Degrassi and its rules and congruity.

That is what Degrassi was all about... ~ Turning students into mindless conformists who would agree to anything a popular person said. Damn staff trying to keep the bold and independent down. Only feeding the creativity of their favorites. ~ That was probably the paranoia talking again.

~ Stupid medication ~ Corbin, my annoying older brother, had probably slipped it into my sandwich again. ~ Total slacker when it comes to himself, but follows all the rules when it comes to me. ~ I was walking through the halls, dodging the monitors and fellow class ditchers.

~ What the hell are their names? I know I've seen 'em before... Ashley and Ellie? Lesbians... ~ I didn't have anything against them, but I knew others who might. A stronger grade-A, class-ass, bully-type guy. ~ Who could break a bone if he wanted to... or did... ~

Trying to forget such thoughts, I tried thinking of something else. ~ Like Emma-Bitch! Her mum was banging Mr. Simpson...! Ha! ~

I became high off of the idea that Emma's world may crash down around her at any moment I chose. I was unusually bold. So bold that I walked right into the staff lounge and sat down in one of the chairs.

It was a crazy idea that had came to me one day when I was eating lunch in my stall. I found it hilarious then, and I did now. Laughing under my breath, I stopped when I heard something moving around in a closet near by.

Getting up, I decide to investigate. ~ What the hell... if I get caught it'll just get me another detention... and who the fuck cares about those? ~

I open the closet door, shedding light into a very dark scene, in more then one way.

I had stumbled upon two staff members stripped down to their underwear, entangled together. ~ No wait ~ I observed, they were halfway out of their underwear, and it seemed the male was sporting a... well, erection.

Inside I was laughing my ass off. Outside I kept the same stony face. ~ Somebody's gonna get in trouble! ~ I thought in a singsong voice.

"Holy crap!" one of them says.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" yells the other.

~ I didn't know people were so religious at this school... ~

I didn't say anything as they both struggled to get up off the floor, pulling their clothes on as fast as they could, swearing.

I opened the door a little further, letting even more light into the dark closet to better see the busted staff members. The female was Ms. Kwan. The male was... Mr. Simpson! So much for boning Emma's mother! ~ Well look at the cards Loki has dealt me now... I might as well play them... I am such a loser... ~

Fully clothed now, the teachers inquisitively looked to see who had interrupted their... moment.

"Who the hell are you?" Ms. Kwan asked.

I remained silent. Outside. ~ You don't remember me bitch?!? After all the fucking detentions? After the many times I spent my late afternoons scraping fucking gum off the bottoms of desks?!?

Mr. Simpson squinted at me, looking very puzzled. "Amy? Amys? Is that your name?" he asked.

I didn't bother to correct him. I simply nodded. ~ Jackhole... ~

"Shit." Simpson cursed under his breath. "Well then. I guess we have a situation on our hands now don't we."

I still didn't say anything on the outside. Inside, thoughts were rapidly racing through my skull. ~ Fucking asswhores don't remember me... stupid idiots in trouble now... gotta hurt something... now... ~

"Shit." He said again, only this time, louder. Looking at Ms. Kwan, he said, "Why don't you leave? I will handle this." ~ Go ahead and try! ~

Smoothing out her skirt, Ms. Kwan briefly nodded, and then slid past me. Turning around, I watched her walk across the deserted staff room, and then leave.

"Ehm." Mr. Simpson cleared his throat. I turned back towards him, and found that he was standing right next to me. Because I as tall as I am,  which is freakishly giant-esque tall, I was staring straight into his eyes. He was nervous. I could tell. I quickly backed up into the empty staff room and he followed.

I looked down. His erection had faded. ~ Hee hee... ~

"Why don't we go to my classroom and discuss the matter at hand?" He requested quietly and politely. ~ Boo Yaw! Score one for the freak!~

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I think it's time to blow this thing around; get everybody and start together. Ok, 3 2 1 Let's Jam! (Who doesn't know where that is from!?! [Cowboy Bebop's opening theme, Tank !]