Alright, alright, here's another chapter. Just STOP with the threats of
bodily harm already. ;-)
Now, where were we? Oh yes, the team of freshmeat, oops I mean freshmen, were being followed. Wooooo, spooky.
Moving on, the seniors had hidden themselves in the percussion closet, and were holding a very (supposedly) secret meeting.
"Ok, we have five freshmen missing along with Mr. Cree. What should we do?"
The others shifted uncomfortably where they sat, and gazed up at the ceiling. Danielle raised an eyebrow, and adopted a P.O.ed mother attitude.
"I THINK," She began forcefully, "that we should go RETRIEVE them."
No answer.
"Hello? Come on guys, look at me. No, UP HERE! Tell me, WHAT EXACTLY is so fascinating about the ceiling?"
Sarah brightly raised her hand.
"Actually,..that piece of silly string is here from our freshman year! Remember that night? It was when.."
Danielle cut her off quickly, not wanting our lovely readers to hear anymore.
"As I was SAYING, we must go round up the freshmen. This is a seniors only mission, and I'll take Asa, Val, Sarah, and Chris with me."
Now it was Val's turn to raise her hand.
"Yes?" Danielle asked.
"Should we bring the leashes?"
Danielle thought that over.
"Nah, not this time. We'll just haul them back by the scruff of their necks. It usually works pretty well."
"Ok, that'll work."
BAM!
The entire congregation of seniors flinched as the entire Junior and Sophmore and members fell facefirst over the door and into the closet. Apparently the weight of the peeping toms had proved too much for the door.
"May I help you?" Danielle asked them. Seeing that some kind of response was required, a guard member apprehensively climbed to her feet.
"Uh... We were just wondering if.." She glanced at another sophmore. "if..if, er, I mean, why do you get to go on all the missions? Why can't some of us go?"
Under the guard member's death glare, the other students nodded their heads vigorously.
Danielle smirked, as if this display greatly amused her.
"If you would like to pitch yourself headfirst into a pyschopath's death trap, be my guest."
The guard member looked behind her to see everyone had run off. She gulped.
"Er.., I'll go now."
"Yes, you better."
Danielle turned.
"Ok, those who are coming with me, let's start down the hallway. Everyone else is in charge of the band room."
As the seniors filed out of the closet, Julie nudged Sarah.
"You know, she's got the arrogance of a brass and the intelligence of a woodwind."
Sarah laughed.
Now, where were we? Oh yes, the team of freshmeat, oops I mean freshmen, were being followed. Wooooo, spooky.
Moving on, the seniors had hidden themselves in the percussion closet, and were holding a very (supposedly) secret meeting.
"Ok, we have five freshmen missing along with Mr. Cree. What should we do?"
The others shifted uncomfortably where they sat, and gazed up at the ceiling. Danielle raised an eyebrow, and adopted a P.O.ed mother attitude.
"I THINK," She began forcefully, "that we should go RETRIEVE them."
No answer.
"Hello? Come on guys, look at me. No, UP HERE! Tell me, WHAT EXACTLY is so fascinating about the ceiling?"
Sarah brightly raised her hand.
"Actually,..that piece of silly string is here from our freshman year! Remember that night? It was when.."
Danielle cut her off quickly, not wanting our lovely readers to hear anymore.
"As I was SAYING, we must go round up the freshmen. This is a seniors only mission, and I'll take Asa, Val, Sarah, and Chris with me."
Now it was Val's turn to raise her hand.
"Yes?" Danielle asked.
"Should we bring the leashes?"
Danielle thought that over.
"Nah, not this time. We'll just haul them back by the scruff of their necks. It usually works pretty well."
"Ok, that'll work."
BAM!
The entire congregation of seniors flinched as the entire Junior and Sophmore and members fell facefirst over the door and into the closet. Apparently the weight of the peeping toms had proved too much for the door.
"May I help you?" Danielle asked them. Seeing that some kind of response was required, a guard member apprehensively climbed to her feet.
"Uh... We were just wondering if.." She glanced at another sophmore. "if..if, er, I mean, why do you get to go on all the missions? Why can't some of us go?"
Under the guard member's death glare, the other students nodded their heads vigorously.
Danielle smirked, as if this display greatly amused her.
"If you would like to pitch yourself headfirst into a pyschopath's death trap, be my guest."
The guard member looked behind her to see everyone had run off. She gulped.
"Er.., I'll go now."
"Yes, you better."
Danielle turned.
"Ok, those who are coming with me, let's start down the hallway. Everyone else is in charge of the band room."
As the seniors filed out of the closet, Julie nudged Sarah.
"You know, she's got the arrogance of a brass and the intelligence of a woodwind."
Sarah laughed.