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Jean was in Social Studies: 3rd period. She was sagging in her seat, and she was bored. Jean looked out the window.
It was raining, and in the distance a roll of thunder grumbled. A flash of lighting brightened the dark sky, and the class jumped.
Jean looked up at the whitewashed ceiling. The classroom was very plain, with a cheap white board (newly installed) and an old blackboard. There were hardly any decorations, besides the bulletin boards in the back of the room.
Mr.Gilottiey, a dark haired gray-eyed man, looked out the window suspiciously. "Not very nice weather coming our way, is it?" He stated.
Jean shivered and looked at Leslie, another one of her close friends. She caught her eye and they exchanged glances. They both played softball, and today they had a game.
Jean had known Leslie since kindergarten, and they looked very unalike. Leslie had dark brown hair, compared to Jean's dirty blonde hair. But Leslie and Jean were very personality-alike.
Bridget, yet another of her "sort-of" friends, shivered. She, on the other hand, had perfect skin and bright blonde hair. When she was young, she had lived in Florida, and her home had been destroyed in a hurricane. She always fidgeted during a storm, and Jean felt bad for her. Bridget was also on Leslie and Jean's softball team.
"Well, back to Greece ..." Mr.Gilottiey started again, but after a few minutes was interrupted by a tremendous roll of thunder that shook the room.
Bridget started to cry, and Jean jumped up to get her a tissue. On the way, she gazed out the window. Leftover leaves that made it through the winter blew around and hit the window occasionally.
When Jean had been running toward the bus she hadn't even noticed the weather. She grabbed a couple tissues from the box and ran it over to her friend.
"It's just thunder, Bridget!" Mick, a "popular" kid, said.
"Shut it, Mickleous," Janet, his twin sister, said. She always annoyed him with his full name, and wasn't as popular as him. Of course she was one of Jean's friends.
It's getting hard to keep track of all of Jean's friends, huh? Now you know why "popular" kids are so stuck-up. They're jealous. Don't criticize them, they're just too naïve to know.
"Janet!" Mick hissed at her as the class laughed.
Bridget thankfully took the tissues and wiped up the tears. "Sorry," she whispered sadly.
"Don't be!" Jean said. She smiled and sat down.
"Thank you Jean," Mr.Gilottiey said, and looked down at his book again.
After ten minutes, it started to rain. It rained so hard, that Jean could hardly hear anything.
Bridget raised her hand. "Yes, Bri----" Mr.Gilottiey started, but was soon cut off by what seemed a sheet of rocks hitting the roof of the old school. It was hail.
Bridget couldn't help it: she burst out. So many horrible memories were being delivered back into her small 13-year-old mind. Both of her parents had died there, in Hurricane Taylor, so she was much worse than Jean's case was. Even her brother had been killed, while Jean had no siblings. Bridget lived with her grandmother and grandfather.
Mr.Gilottiey had had enough. Hail, rain, thunder, and lightening! He stopped lessons all together and headed toward the door. The loudspeaker interrupted him, however.
"ALL STUDENTS AND STAFF MUST REPORT TO STORM POSTIONS. THERE IS A TORNADO WARNING, PLEASE DO NOT PANICK! THE PRINCIPAL WILL BE CHECKING YOU IF YOU ARE SAFE, SO DO NOT WORRY! PLEASE REPORT TO STORM POSTIONS!" (I have never been in a tornado at school; so don't hurt me if this is a little immature to be an announcement.)
Bridget started to howl, while Jean rushed over and comforted her. Everyone gaped at the loudspeaker, and Mr.Gilottiey turned a sickly green.
"Come along, students, we must report to tornado position. I'm sure everything is fine, so do not worry!" Mr.Gilottiey said hurriedly.
Just as his sentence ended, the lights went out, and the computers shut down. Bridget stifled a sob, and followed Jean to the end of the single file line leading out.
Mick and his friends were laughing about it. It was just a storm, right? Janet scowled, and ran toward Jean, Bridget, and Leslie (Whom had joined Jean and Bridget a few seconds ago).
The class left the room. Several shivered. They walked out into the hall and closed the door behind them.
"Jean ... Jean .. I'm s-c-c-ared?" Bridget stuttered.
"Don't be!" Jean said rather scared herself, "It's only a storm, I'm sure it's all fine!"
"Yeah, but I don't think we'll be playing our softball game tonight," Leslie joked.
"No time for chat gals," Mr.Gilottiey yelled at them.
They walked by the rusty lockers, and into a little room in between the boys' and girls' restrooms. It was an unused janitor's closet that Mr.Gilottiey used to store papers.
"Storm positions!" Mr.Gilottiey ordered, and the class did the crouch thing.
Bridget was crying non-stop by now, and her friends desperately tried to comfort her. "Our father," Jean began. She was Christian, and she thought prayers always helped.
Once Jean ended, all was silent.
But slowly, slowly, a humming sound was appearing through the silence. It kept getting louder and louder, and Bridget knew this sound, deep inside of her mind.
Jean never really cared about storms. She had never experienced one this bad, so she wasn't really frightened.
The humming soon started to grow into a growl, and Jean suspected that it was the furnace or something.
Thunder rolled continuously throughout the whole experience, and Jean was glad for Bridget that there were no windows in this dark unlighted room.
Growling soon covered up Bridget's sobs, and even Mick was scared of it.
After just a few seconds later, the growl was so loud that Jean's ears hurt. What was that sound? It was like a train!
Bridget clung to her friends like a magnet. Jean was scared. What was happening? She tilted her head to look at Mr.Gilottiey. He was in the same position as her, and his face was so pale that it seemed to glow. His bottom lip was trembling.
All sound was engulfed in the growl that was more like a million jet planes.
Then it happened.
************ I know, no one likes Mary-Sues! But still, I like this story. Please review, and remember, DO NOT REVIEW OR READ ANYMORE IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT! More soon! ********************************************
Review answers:
100% (Flamer of all Flamers): I hate people like you. Because people like you have nothing better to do than to turn down people that are just trying to do a nice thing for people to read. People like you need a life. I know Mary-Sues aren't original. I really don't care. Please do not review if you are going to be that rude. You aren't my friend. Sorry, but you aren't. Jump off a never ending cliff into a never ending pit. Please.
Katie Bava: I'm not perfect either! Thanks for reviewing!
Christina B: Ohio is awesome! Have you ever seen the Drew Carry show? CLEVELAND! CLEVELAND!
Nolaiel the Half-Elven: I'm glad you are honest and not rude like 100%. Thanks for reviewing!
Kazlitt: Don't worry! It's coming! Thanks for reviewing!
Elf Queen of Shandara: Here's your new chapter! Thanks for reviewing!
Jean was in Social Studies: 3rd period. She was sagging in her seat, and she was bored. Jean looked out the window.
It was raining, and in the distance a roll of thunder grumbled. A flash of lighting brightened the dark sky, and the class jumped.
Jean looked up at the whitewashed ceiling. The classroom was very plain, with a cheap white board (newly installed) and an old blackboard. There were hardly any decorations, besides the bulletin boards in the back of the room.
Mr.Gilottiey, a dark haired gray-eyed man, looked out the window suspiciously. "Not very nice weather coming our way, is it?" He stated.
Jean shivered and looked at Leslie, another one of her close friends. She caught her eye and they exchanged glances. They both played softball, and today they had a game.
Jean had known Leslie since kindergarten, and they looked very unalike. Leslie had dark brown hair, compared to Jean's dirty blonde hair. But Leslie and Jean were very personality-alike.
Bridget, yet another of her "sort-of" friends, shivered. She, on the other hand, had perfect skin and bright blonde hair. When she was young, she had lived in Florida, and her home had been destroyed in a hurricane. She always fidgeted during a storm, and Jean felt bad for her. Bridget was also on Leslie and Jean's softball team.
"Well, back to Greece ..." Mr.Gilottiey started again, but after a few minutes was interrupted by a tremendous roll of thunder that shook the room.
Bridget started to cry, and Jean jumped up to get her a tissue. On the way, she gazed out the window. Leftover leaves that made it through the winter blew around and hit the window occasionally.
When Jean had been running toward the bus she hadn't even noticed the weather. She grabbed a couple tissues from the box and ran it over to her friend.
"It's just thunder, Bridget!" Mick, a "popular" kid, said.
"Shut it, Mickleous," Janet, his twin sister, said. She always annoyed him with his full name, and wasn't as popular as him. Of course she was one of Jean's friends.
It's getting hard to keep track of all of Jean's friends, huh? Now you know why "popular" kids are so stuck-up. They're jealous. Don't criticize them, they're just too naïve to know.
"Janet!" Mick hissed at her as the class laughed.
Bridget thankfully took the tissues and wiped up the tears. "Sorry," she whispered sadly.
"Don't be!" Jean said. She smiled and sat down.
"Thank you Jean," Mr.Gilottiey said, and looked down at his book again.
After ten minutes, it started to rain. It rained so hard, that Jean could hardly hear anything.
Bridget raised her hand. "Yes, Bri----" Mr.Gilottiey started, but was soon cut off by what seemed a sheet of rocks hitting the roof of the old school. It was hail.
Bridget couldn't help it: she burst out. So many horrible memories were being delivered back into her small 13-year-old mind. Both of her parents had died there, in Hurricane Taylor, so she was much worse than Jean's case was. Even her brother had been killed, while Jean had no siblings. Bridget lived with her grandmother and grandfather.
Mr.Gilottiey had had enough. Hail, rain, thunder, and lightening! He stopped lessons all together and headed toward the door. The loudspeaker interrupted him, however.
"ALL STUDENTS AND STAFF MUST REPORT TO STORM POSTIONS. THERE IS A TORNADO WARNING, PLEASE DO NOT PANICK! THE PRINCIPAL WILL BE CHECKING YOU IF YOU ARE SAFE, SO DO NOT WORRY! PLEASE REPORT TO STORM POSTIONS!" (I have never been in a tornado at school; so don't hurt me if this is a little immature to be an announcement.)
Bridget started to howl, while Jean rushed over and comforted her. Everyone gaped at the loudspeaker, and Mr.Gilottiey turned a sickly green.
"Come along, students, we must report to tornado position. I'm sure everything is fine, so do not worry!" Mr.Gilottiey said hurriedly.
Just as his sentence ended, the lights went out, and the computers shut down. Bridget stifled a sob, and followed Jean to the end of the single file line leading out.
Mick and his friends were laughing about it. It was just a storm, right? Janet scowled, and ran toward Jean, Bridget, and Leslie (Whom had joined Jean and Bridget a few seconds ago).
The class left the room. Several shivered. They walked out into the hall and closed the door behind them.
"Jean ... Jean .. I'm s-c-c-ared?" Bridget stuttered.
"Don't be!" Jean said rather scared herself, "It's only a storm, I'm sure it's all fine!"
"Yeah, but I don't think we'll be playing our softball game tonight," Leslie joked.
"No time for chat gals," Mr.Gilottiey yelled at them.
They walked by the rusty lockers, and into a little room in between the boys' and girls' restrooms. It was an unused janitor's closet that Mr.Gilottiey used to store papers.
"Storm positions!" Mr.Gilottiey ordered, and the class did the crouch thing.
Bridget was crying non-stop by now, and her friends desperately tried to comfort her. "Our father," Jean began. She was Christian, and she thought prayers always helped.
Once Jean ended, all was silent.
But slowly, slowly, a humming sound was appearing through the silence. It kept getting louder and louder, and Bridget knew this sound, deep inside of her mind.
Jean never really cared about storms. She had never experienced one this bad, so she wasn't really frightened.
The humming soon started to grow into a growl, and Jean suspected that it was the furnace or something.
Thunder rolled continuously throughout the whole experience, and Jean was glad for Bridget that there were no windows in this dark unlighted room.
Growling soon covered up Bridget's sobs, and even Mick was scared of it.
After just a few seconds later, the growl was so loud that Jean's ears hurt. What was that sound? It was like a train!
Bridget clung to her friends like a magnet. Jean was scared. What was happening? She tilted her head to look at Mr.Gilottiey. He was in the same position as her, and his face was so pale that it seemed to glow. His bottom lip was trembling.
All sound was engulfed in the growl that was more like a million jet planes.
Then it happened.
************ I know, no one likes Mary-Sues! But still, I like this story. Please review, and remember, DO NOT REVIEW OR READ ANYMORE IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT! More soon! ********************************************