I have some sad news… I'm starting school tomorrow, so I probably won't be updating as frequently as I have, but I'm shooting for every other day at the least! I WILL, EVEENTUALLY FINISH THIS STORY! I can't wait either, because I've been making this up as I go along, so I really don't know how it will end. Will Mr. Feeny live? Will Shawn return to his alcohol addiction? Will Angela forgive him? Will Cory and Topanga get back together? I don't know…Please keep reading and review!
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Chapter Twelve: John Adams High
Topanga's POV:
We walked out to the car I had rented, and Cory and I lifted Angela out of her chair and into the passenger seat. He put it in the back, and I climbed into the driver's seat. I smiled at her, feeling pity for her, but obviously she sensed it because the smile she returned was not entirely sincere. The awkward silence in the car was driving me crazy, so I had to attempt to break it.
"So, um, what do you do for a living?" talking to no one in particular, but curious about Cory's answer.
"Actually, I'm a writer," said Angela, "of course, you wouldn't recognize my novels, because I use a pen name. But I'm writing an autobiography of…you know…the accident, and I'll sign my name on that."
"Wow Angela! That's awesome!" I said, although I felt very jealous.
"And I work with computers," said Cory. "What do you do?"
"I…um…actually I work at a neat little store in a neat little town up in Alaska," I said, wondering how the others would take it. Luckily, before they could say anything, we pulled up in front of our old school, John Adams High. I glanced at the clock, and noticed that it was almost time for the last bell to ring. I decided It would be safer to stay in the car until the mad rush of students was over, but no one came.
Angela's POV:
It was almost eerie, sitting in the parking lot of our old school, waiting for the rush just as when we were in high school. When no one came, I glanced around the lot, and notived it was nearly empty. We got out of the car, and me ino my chair, and made our way up to the doors. Suddenly, I noticed that there were chains on the door, and I sign which informed us that there was no trespassing. Of course, always being such good students, we noticed the chain was a little loose, and pulled it off the door. We opened it and entered, noticing how quiet and empty the place was. It was almost eerie. We walked from room to room, and noticed the rooms were all empty, save for a few broken desks and scattered papers. We began walking to where our old lockers were, and collided with a small man in a familiar jumpsuit.The tag on his chest had a familiar name on it.
"Janitor Bud? Is that you?" asked Cory, sounding shocked.
"No, of course not. Actually, I'm Bud Junior," said the man.
"Wow…that's amazing. I didn't know Bud had any kids," I said, "anyway, what are you doing here?" I asked.
"Well, I could ask you the same question," he said. "Actually, I'm just tidying up a little. Not that it really matters. When this building is sold, it will most likely be torn down."
"But why?" asked Topanga.
"Because the school was just too old. Finally, they built a new school, though not nearly as nice as this one, and closed old John Adams," he said. "Now, you folks better get out of here before you get in trouble," he said.
We nodded, too shocked to speak, and I could sense that the thought in all of our heads was that we hoped we wouldn't be here to see the building we had spent numerous hours in reduced to a pile of rubble.
Cory's POV:
It was eerie, being in that building and knowing its days were numbered. Suddenly, I really didn't want to be there anymore, so we headed back out to the car. The ride back was pretty quiet. It was really strange that after all these years apart we didn't have anything to say to each other.