"It seems, Mrs. Dincht, that Carie and Jess have a habit of...Torturing fifth graders with plastic sporks," said a tall, dusty-haired man, roughly in his late 40's.
Selphie massaged her temples. "Oh?"
"Girls, care to explain?"
The two girls sat in matching leather chairs. One had dark brown hair that was braided in 10 tiny braids about her head. The other brown-headed girl's hair was done back into a ponytail. The dark brown-haired girl wore a black tee shirt that read "Go away… And Stay There." over a long black shirt with flames up the side of the arms and long baggy black denim pants with pockets everywhere. The other one wore a black T-shirt that boldly stated, in bright, blue letters, the words, "Bite Me! I Dare You!", and a simple pair of flared blue jeans.
"No, sir," they said in unison.
"Mrs. Dincht, this isn't the first problem we've had with the girls."
"Mr. Brookes, you're not the first to complain." He raised an eyebrow. "Well, what else have they done?"
Mr. Brookes hesitated. "Well, numerous things. I caught Jess burning pieces of paper in the back corner of the library with a Zippo lighter. I've caught Carie writing things on the walls in the Girls' restroom. I've caught both of them ganging up on innocent fifth graders, threatening them with plastic sporks." Jess looked over to Carie, trying to supress a giggle. "That's not all."
"I'm not sure I want to hear the rest," Selphie said.
Mr. Brookes nodded. "Maybe," he started, "a week or two's worth of detention would be in order?"
"Sounds like a plan!" Selphie said, relived to hear someone speak a solution.
--Next Day--
Carie looked over to Jess. "Guess we have detention after this, huh?"
Jess nodded. "Yup. Sure do!"
"CARIE! JESS! QUIET!" boomed their 8th period Study Hall director, Mr. Albett. They giggled.
Carie set to reading her favorite magazine, Insane Peoples Monthly, while Jess went about drawing. The minutes passed slowly until the bell rang. The two rolled their eyes and grabbed their things.
"What did we do again? I saw nothing wrong with it..." Jess said as they marched down the hallway.
"Aw, hell if I know. It's the commies, man. The commies!" Carie replied.
"Yeah. So true, man. So true."
"So, how we gonna go 'bout raisin' hell in there today?"
"Hm...I dunno. We could have a staged fight." Jess suggested.
"I have a better idea. Do you still have those fake blood pouches, capsules and what not in your locker?" Jess nodded. "Okay here's what we're gonna do…." Carie said as her and Jess walked to their lockers
Carie and Jess sat side by side in the front row of the detention room. The room was filled with only three other students one asleep and the others slowly being driven insane by boredom.
Jess looked to Carie and nodded, and she acknowledged. Carie removed her hand out of her long sleeve, it was covered in face green veins, and began twitching uncontrollably.
The hand moved violently, the teacher took notice. Carie tried to control her possessed right hand with her left, but to now avail, as the hand punched Carie hard in the jaw.
"Oh my God not again!" Jess squealed as the hand continued to beat on Carie, blood oozing from her mouth.
"What is it?" The teacher asked in concern.
"Her hand!! It's possessed again and trying to kill her!" Jess cried. The teacher as well as the rest of the class watched as Carie struggled with her 'possessed' hand on the floor. Jess quickly ran to her sister to help and pry the hand from off her sister. The classroom watched in horror as Jess grabbed a pair of scissors and stabbed the hand. Carie let out a loud piercing cry.
"You son of a bitch…" Carie said sitting up and pulling the fake hand out of her sleeve, "That was my best fake hand!!" Everyone began laughing in hysterics, that is, everyone but the teacher.
Selphie massaged her temples. "Oh?"
"Girls, care to explain?"
The two girls sat in matching leather chairs. One had dark brown hair that was braided in 10 tiny braids about her head. The other brown-headed girl's hair was done back into a ponytail. The dark brown-haired girl wore a black tee shirt that read "Go away… And Stay There." over a long black shirt with flames up the side of the arms and long baggy black denim pants with pockets everywhere. The other one wore a black T-shirt that boldly stated, in bright, blue letters, the words, "Bite Me! I Dare You!", and a simple pair of flared blue jeans.
"No, sir," they said in unison.
"Mrs. Dincht, this isn't the first problem we've had with the girls."
"Mr. Brookes, you're not the first to complain." He raised an eyebrow. "Well, what else have they done?"
Mr. Brookes hesitated. "Well, numerous things. I caught Jess burning pieces of paper in the back corner of the library with a Zippo lighter. I've caught Carie writing things on the walls in the Girls' restroom. I've caught both of them ganging up on innocent fifth graders, threatening them with plastic sporks." Jess looked over to Carie, trying to supress a giggle. "That's not all."
"I'm not sure I want to hear the rest," Selphie said.
Mr. Brookes nodded. "Maybe," he started, "a week or two's worth of detention would be in order?"
"Sounds like a plan!" Selphie said, relived to hear someone speak a solution.
--Next Day--
Carie looked over to Jess. "Guess we have detention after this, huh?"
Jess nodded. "Yup. Sure do!"
"CARIE! JESS! QUIET!" boomed their 8th period Study Hall director, Mr. Albett. They giggled.
Carie set to reading her favorite magazine, Insane Peoples Monthly, while Jess went about drawing. The minutes passed slowly until the bell rang. The two rolled their eyes and grabbed their things.
"What did we do again? I saw nothing wrong with it..." Jess said as they marched down the hallway.
"Aw, hell if I know. It's the commies, man. The commies!" Carie replied.
"Yeah. So true, man. So true."
"So, how we gonna go 'bout raisin' hell in there today?"
"Hm...I dunno. We could have a staged fight." Jess suggested.
"I have a better idea. Do you still have those fake blood pouches, capsules and what not in your locker?" Jess nodded. "Okay here's what we're gonna do…." Carie said as her and Jess walked to their lockers
Carie and Jess sat side by side in the front row of the detention room. The room was filled with only three other students one asleep and the others slowly being driven insane by boredom.
Jess looked to Carie and nodded, and she acknowledged. Carie removed her hand out of her long sleeve, it was covered in face green veins, and began twitching uncontrollably.
The hand moved violently, the teacher took notice. Carie tried to control her possessed right hand with her left, but to now avail, as the hand punched Carie hard in the jaw.
"Oh my God not again!" Jess squealed as the hand continued to beat on Carie, blood oozing from her mouth.
"What is it?" The teacher asked in concern.
"Her hand!! It's possessed again and trying to kill her!" Jess cried. The teacher as well as the rest of the class watched as Carie struggled with her 'possessed' hand on the floor. Jess quickly ran to her sister to help and pry the hand from off her sister. The classroom watched in horror as Jess grabbed a pair of scissors and stabbed the hand. Carie let out a loud piercing cry.
"You son of a bitch…" Carie said sitting up and pulling the fake hand out of her sleeve, "That was my best fake hand!!" Everyone began laughing in hysterics, that is, everyone but the teacher.