Final Destination 3
PROLUGE:
An athletic boy is playing basketball with his two friends who are about 5"3' he's 5"8'. The scene is blurry, gasping for air surrounds the area. The first shorter boy jumps up at a basketball net that rolls at its base-a small set. He dunks it. The second boy does the same thing and dunks it. The taller athletic boy jumps up and dunks it too. He turns around and smiles at his friends, but all he sees is their jaws drop open and then SLAM! The rim hits the taller kids spine between the back and neck. He pushes it off him and looks up confused. JUMP TO::
Chapter 1 - Dealing
A boy was in his bed asleep in the dark. His room was filled with many eerie creatures from past collections he had obtained. Hanging witches and vampire models stood firm on his drawers. There were lots of creepy collections of dark things that showed who he was. A girl about 15 was smiling with him, they were happy. At the bottom of the photograph it said: Bro and Sis.
The yearbook of Mt. Abraham High School was resting against his bed. The heat kicked on and caused a gust of wind towards his yearbook. The pages flipped open to the seniors, the Flight 180 survivors were visibly shown by each page turned. A museum pamphlet lay next to the yearbook. There were more school photos laying across his room and accomplished ribbons as well as a school hoodie that was torn up pretty badly laying across his chair. The room was a mess with clothes scattered everywhere.
A piercing scream then in the distance yelled, "Cameron!" He shook a little bit, rubbed his eyes, and looked at his painting in his room of demons and the demise of humans. He sat up for a minute, revealing he had no shirt on. He had skinny muscles and black ebony hair. His waterbed sloshed around beneath him. He hits his shelf by his bed and on top was his spiked choker necklace, which jabbed him in the shoulder. "Shit," he moaned.
He got up and he was wearing boxers, he stumbled to the dirty bathroom by his door. After he flushes the toilet, he walks in the next room, the living room. He only lived in an apartment. His mom had put out a flyer for the museum trip for the sophomore class. He grabbed it and threw it away. Looking at the clock, it blurs as 4:20 am. He makes a chuckle. He then turns on his TV. The buzzing noise warms it up and then... SLAM! On the TV he sees a school bus slam into a wall. The explosion was so intense, so scary, so short that it left his body shaking, his palms sweating ice. He blinked and it was gone and cartoons were playing. He sat on the couch moaning, grabbed a muscle T and flipped through the channels. He slowly closed his eyes and the darkness around him became a little tighter. His mom, in some Wal-Mart special clothes, calls his name.
"Cameron, you have that big museum trip today, it could determine your future for college…are you awake Cameron!?"
"Yeah, but the trip is going to be so gay." His mom takes the pamphlet he threw away and swings it at him.
"Your future is all you have. If you want to be a bum on the street selling drugs, then do whatever the fuck you want but until you turn 18 get your ass moving!"
"I already deal drugs mother," he said with a smirk on his face.
"I swear you don't have to enjoy the museum trip but at least it'll take your mind off that prize poem you'll be reading."
"I miss her, why did she have to go?" Cameron whispered gently, dripping a pillow looking at a wallet sized picture of his sister.
"That Zack kid, he used and abused and pushed her into thinking that he loved her when he really didn't and just wanted to get in his pants, why don't you ask him!"
"Mom, it's bad enough I see him at lunch, I think me and him are clear on how pitiful he is." He walked into the bathroom and when he came out, he had spiked green hair from gel, stud spiked bracelets and of course his triple 8 gauged ears on both sides with spikes coming down from them.
"And don't you have to be at school by riding in the fancy limo and setting up for that presentation?"
"Yes ma, I am," he said sarcastically. "While the other kids wait on the bus and discuss that stupid trip, I get to go in early to help set-up the presentation. Sophomores are placed third inside the gym so I get to see the juniors and fucking seniors walk in while I set up. And the limo ride haha."
"That's my little angel."
The clock turns to 6:30 on his watch as he waits out in late fall for the bus. He puts his headphones on and cranks it up. The bus pulls up and he sits in his seat, number 15. He looked down two seats and sees the empty seat number 11, which travels a breeze past his neck. The eleven becomes the gate number on the museums side doors in movie-style mode, which then becomes 1911-the address to the museum. The varsity football players yell "pile-up" by the time they pull in. He jumped off the bus with a few friends including his good friend Jordan, the sun is brighter now, he already made it to school and then waited to get on the bus, and he's there now.
***
"Now I want you to all examine the bone marrow of the lizard. Move the skeleton around," instructed Mr. Tasy, the biology teacher. He was wearing white spandex gloves and was holding a small brush and a scalpel, hovering over the small skeleton. "The museum has allowed us to exhibit only 10 of these lizards, so get in groups of two or three, it doesn't matter who your biology partner is this time." Racket, people would not stop talking and deciding who should be whose "lizard-dusting" partner. To the corner of the room was an ugly clown sculpture made out of clay and it looked like it was about to be put into the kiln, being moist and damp with no color.
"SHUT UP!" Dead silence. "Remember finish the lab and then we're leaving at eleven, we have to be at the school by noon for the assembly." Mr. Tasy then walked up to Cameron. "That is except for you. The limo will arrive at ten thirty for you so you can set up at eleven fifteen. Aren't you the lucky guy to get this, ha," Mr. Tasy blew past him coldly. Cameron looked down as his necklace chimed against his choker. He was only allowed to wear the choker for the field trip; otherwise he doesn't wear it at all.
While brushing against the lizards skeletal system, Jordan noticed Cameron was plying the scalpel deep into the bone, tearing up the structure and revealing some bone marrow. They were working near the "Raging Clown" sculpture, but far enough away.
"Whoa calm it down big guy," Jordan said. Jordan had dyed bleach blonde hair and had his eyebrow pierced, his hair was short and he was very skinny. "I know you're all nervous about the poem you wrote and won for our school, but damn."
"What the fuck is the point of this?" Cameron said, spazzing. "I get chicken wings and I can bite into them and see their bone marrow just centered in the middle like a Twinkie as it gushes out into my mouth." Jordan gives a look of surprise and disgust; his eyes had just grown wide. "So why the hell can't I pry open this bone tissue on time!!?" FLICK! The scalpel scraped off the bone and made a PING sound as it left their table and landed into the clown made of clay's eye. There it stuck.
"Damn Cameron, you got skills. Especially since that was one creepy clown." Then Cameron saw blood pour out of its eye of the marking. "So Cameron." BACK TO SENSES, Cameron noticed that there was goop underneath the eye of the clown, but it didn't come out of its eye and wasn't red, it was just a mess of a blob.
"Cameron Stevens, may I see you for a second," Mr. Tasy said to him quietly. Jordan continued to brush, but he wasn't really brushing anything-it was a clean skeleton.
Away from the other students Mr. Tasy was with Cameron in a slightly dark corner.
"Today's not my day Mr. Tasy, I'm just out of it and feel weird and confused."
"Now Mr. Stevens, I know that you are nervous about your poem winning nationals for the school, and the trip to get it published and meeting some stars in the writing business may seem like lots of stress-but until you leave next week for D.C. than I think you better follow the lab properly and not VANDALIZE the museum's work. Luckily that clown junk was just made today by an art student and that she can make many more in a matter of minutes-but you better get your act straight because next time you won't be so lucky and you WILL pay for it." Mr. Tasy looked at him sternly while Cameron gave the smirk attitude of not caring. "Get back to work, you have half an hour left." Cameron led the way towards the group and Jordan turned around to see him, but kept brushing.
They reached the table and all the teacher could do was glare, "no more Stevens, I mean it," then walked away sharply.
"As if that weren't cold. What'd he say?" Jordan asked.
"He said I better get my ass into gear or I would pay the consequences later. He's retarded."
"Yeah, he is. But they took the clown piece of art-shit down. And I saw the girl who made it, she was damn fine. She looked like a vampire though, and her eyes were bleeding mascara top notch no doubt," Jordan smirked.
"What the hell are you on?"
***
The limo pulled up to the school. The color of the limousine shined ebony like no other, with its tainted windows and silver linings. Out stepped Cameron. Inside was a huge leather interior and a champagne-looking cup lay inside. His choker was off, his hair was gone of the lime green gel, and his hair was put down instead of spiked up. This was actually a normal look for him during the winter when he became so lazy and late for the bus. For today though? Oh well, he decided he'd rather impress his school than to have them think he's too rugged for them.
Mt. Abraham High School glowed on the brick in front of the school. Cameron walked through the doors and realized it was only eleven. He had fifteen minutes and was in fifth bell right now, which was History class. His History class was a breeze and ever so easy, and today they were discussing their projects. This was the project that he exempted due to the preparation and modifications for the assembly. He felt kind of like a movie star. He then walked into the classroom to view his friend's projects.
"Hey! Here's our star student- Mr. Stevens," Mrs. Short said, she was a tomboy kind of woman and had a strong pump about her. Cameron took his seat placing his book bag down on the ground by his desk, and noticed one of the peppiest wannabe girls was presenting something about Eskimos in the 1800s. That girl was Ashlee Rose
There was a knock on the door. In came a man with a clipboard and fuzzy dark brown hair. "Is Cameron Stevens in here?" Cameron walked up and out to the front of the door with this administrator. "Cameron, I'm with the contest it seems that you have rehearsed public speaking skills and motivational training already and we don't really need to see you early. Just leave when your class leaves but take the back way to the gym. We are NOT setting up in the auditorium."
"Wait, stay in class? I'm still a little rusty and I need some final training done. Why can't I just go now?"
"Mr. Stevens, just stay here, you are already exempting many things and you are for the rest of the day before winter break anyway."
"But I want to-"
"I don't care what you want to…Mr. Stevens," and thus the man walked away leaving Cameron rolling his eyes.
The classroom had faucets, long curvy silver faucets with two handles on each side and one for propane. It used to be the Science room as was the Science wing.
He walked back in there and sat back down looking gloomy, his friend sharing the table beside him being James Fields. James was a rather a fat kid, and that means FAT. He in fact was chewing on chocolate bars. Cameron smiled at him, "what's going on James?"
"Nothing much man, I'm just hungry again, my low blood sugars they say." Or the fat sugars. James didn't have many friends at all, but it wasn't for Cameron's worry today.
"Attention Mt. Abraham Student and Staff," the announcer through the PA came on. "From here on 'til a quarter before I want all students to remain in their classrooms as the coordinators set up. I know some students will not be attending this assembly for the Soccer Field Trip at noon, but most of everyone should still be in the school. The museum students will also return within the hour. So teachers, keep your students with you in your classroom for now."
"Goddamnit I hate being in a big school," Cameron mumbled.
"Now since we're all done I guess we can have free time. Everyone talk amongst yourselves in a mannerly fashion," Mrs. Short smiled. Everyone switched seats besides Cameron and James.
After tossing a Hershey's bar wrapper into the nearby garbage can, James looked at Cameron, "isn't it just shitty when you're an outcast. But you have nothing to worry about, at least you can write. I'd have to try an eating contest to actually win something."
Cameron looked down for a second, and was wondering why James was even telling advice to him, Cameron was superior. Then again, he felt bad for the fat kid, and his massive farts passed more in class than Ashlee's notes to her friends. He was a nice kid though, even though many would want to see him dead, the fat kid has spunk.
***
"Can I go to the restroom Mrs. Short?" Cameron asked, with his passbook in right hand and pen for her to sign in left hand at her desk.
"Yeah, but hurry up we're about to leave for your assembly." He left outside, peaking at the clock as he walked. It was eleven fifty-five.
"Juniors and seniors may head down to the gym at this time."
***
"Yes ma'am, I'm Debbie Wright I'm here to pick up my son, Scott Oelker grade eleven," said a middle-aged lady wearing sunglasses, holding her seven-year old boy's arm, Skyler.
"Mom, can I go to the bathroom," Skyler said tugging at her shirt. He was a short little boy with a learning but not strong voice yet.
"Do you remember where it is? We always pick up Scott for sports here so which way do we turn?" she asked her son.
"Down the hall to the left, right?"
"Yeah you can go ahead," she said letting go of him and seeing him wobble down the hallway outside the attendance office.
"Scott Oelker? He's a junior…hrmm. His class just left to the gym for the assembly. Our smart student Cameron Stevens and Jennifer Perry both did something miraculous," the old hag rambled on, pushing her bitchiness upon her.
"Personally, I would just like to drop off his soccer equipment and then I'll be on my way out, I'm not staying," Deb awed with cool into the ladies face.
"You can drop it off right now and leave," the attendance lady barked, pretending she said nothing and smiled.
"I would, but that truck is in my way outside, hun." The attendance lady's name sign said G. Howards and she stepped outside of the door, brushing past Deb and looked out where the door was right beside them. Lockers were on the side across from the attendance office and were adjacent to the exit. Indeed there was a pick-up truck backed up and delivering some snacks for the after assembly.
Turning back around, "you know there are other exits to the building," Ms. Howards said.
"Look, I just want to say hi to my son and make sure he has everything before he leaves, okay so I'm gonna stay and I'd like you to make an announcement through your PA system and tell my son to come to the attendance office. After that, you can kiss my ass," Debbie remarked, pulling up her sunglasses from her face.
***
"Excuse me, can I get a drink of water?" a normal looking kid with semi big teeth asked his teacher. The students inside the lab class were wearing goggles and messing with chemicals. He walked out at the same time Cameron does. The door Zack walks out of is Room 180 Willow. Cameron glares at Zack and walks towards the restroom but is stopped by his voice.
"You know I'm actually better than you." Cameron turns around. "You always told me that I was stupid for using your sister and making her commit suicide and blaming me for what a bad bad brother you were."
"You know what Zack, you think you've won by her demise but I'm the one with the winning poem about how you made her feel like shit. And the world is going to know. How you're so pathetic and that you just wanted a piece of her ass, that's all you want. Girls, but mostly guys-ass," Cameron gritted between scraping teeth.
"After listening to your deep thoughts and emotions towards me (a black shadow passes by the door), I believe that you are just ungrateful. Smile smile. Be like Buffy."
"Listen okay, you're going to grow alone and you'll need psychiatric help and will PAY for the mistakes you have made and influenced. You made Sissy believe you would maybe love her and spend time with her and in the future be there. But since I felt the same kindness towards you, I realize if she was here now that'd she'd be saying the same thing on how no one likes a user, especially one who only wants to satisfy their own needs when actually they are utterly PATHETIC," Cameron said spitting into Zack's face. Zack glared at him, hand in his dark blue hoodie pocket.
Cameron started to walk towards the bathroom, a good ten feet away from Zack. But Zack's breath grew heavy. A silent boom in the background and a tiny scream yelped out faintly. The whole school was big, but the buses just pulled in.
"Stop." The click of revolving bullet ready to be triggered. Cameron turned around slowly in fear and in a perplex state. A black barrel gun was aimed at Cameron by an outstretched arm.
PROLUGE:
An athletic boy is playing basketball with his two friends who are about 5"3' he's 5"8'. The scene is blurry, gasping for air surrounds the area. The first shorter boy jumps up at a basketball net that rolls at its base-a small set. He dunks it. The second boy does the same thing and dunks it. The taller athletic boy jumps up and dunks it too. He turns around and smiles at his friends, but all he sees is their jaws drop open and then SLAM! The rim hits the taller kids spine between the back and neck. He pushes it off him and looks up confused. JUMP TO::
Chapter 1 - Dealing
A boy was in his bed asleep in the dark. His room was filled with many eerie creatures from past collections he had obtained. Hanging witches and vampire models stood firm on his drawers. There were lots of creepy collections of dark things that showed who he was. A girl about 15 was smiling with him, they were happy. At the bottom of the photograph it said: Bro and Sis.
The yearbook of Mt. Abraham High School was resting against his bed. The heat kicked on and caused a gust of wind towards his yearbook. The pages flipped open to the seniors, the Flight 180 survivors were visibly shown by each page turned. A museum pamphlet lay next to the yearbook. There were more school photos laying across his room and accomplished ribbons as well as a school hoodie that was torn up pretty badly laying across his chair. The room was a mess with clothes scattered everywhere.
A piercing scream then in the distance yelled, "Cameron!" He shook a little bit, rubbed his eyes, and looked at his painting in his room of demons and the demise of humans. He sat up for a minute, revealing he had no shirt on. He had skinny muscles and black ebony hair. His waterbed sloshed around beneath him. He hits his shelf by his bed and on top was his spiked choker necklace, which jabbed him in the shoulder. "Shit," he moaned.
He got up and he was wearing boxers, he stumbled to the dirty bathroom by his door. After he flushes the toilet, he walks in the next room, the living room. He only lived in an apartment. His mom had put out a flyer for the museum trip for the sophomore class. He grabbed it and threw it away. Looking at the clock, it blurs as 4:20 am. He makes a chuckle. He then turns on his TV. The buzzing noise warms it up and then... SLAM! On the TV he sees a school bus slam into a wall. The explosion was so intense, so scary, so short that it left his body shaking, his palms sweating ice. He blinked and it was gone and cartoons were playing. He sat on the couch moaning, grabbed a muscle T and flipped through the channels. He slowly closed his eyes and the darkness around him became a little tighter. His mom, in some Wal-Mart special clothes, calls his name.
"Cameron, you have that big museum trip today, it could determine your future for college…are you awake Cameron!?"
"Yeah, but the trip is going to be so gay." His mom takes the pamphlet he threw away and swings it at him.
"Your future is all you have. If you want to be a bum on the street selling drugs, then do whatever the fuck you want but until you turn 18 get your ass moving!"
"I already deal drugs mother," he said with a smirk on his face.
"I swear you don't have to enjoy the museum trip but at least it'll take your mind off that prize poem you'll be reading."
"I miss her, why did she have to go?" Cameron whispered gently, dripping a pillow looking at a wallet sized picture of his sister.
"That Zack kid, he used and abused and pushed her into thinking that he loved her when he really didn't and just wanted to get in his pants, why don't you ask him!"
"Mom, it's bad enough I see him at lunch, I think me and him are clear on how pitiful he is." He walked into the bathroom and when he came out, he had spiked green hair from gel, stud spiked bracelets and of course his triple 8 gauged ears on both sides with spikes coming down from them.
"And don't you have to be at school by riding in the fancy limo and setting up for that presentation?"
"Yes ma, I am," he said sarcastically. "While the other kids wait on the bus and discuss that stupid trip, I get to go in early to help set-up the presentation. Sophomores are placed third inside the gym so I get to see the juniors and fucking seniors walk in while I set up. And the limo ride haha."
"That's my little angel."
The clock turns to 6:30 on his watch as he waits out in late fall for the bus. He puts his headphones on and cranks it up. The bus pulls up and he sits in his seat, number 15. He looked down two seats and sees the empty seat number 11, which travels a breeze past his neck. The eleven becomes the gate number on the museums side doors in movie-style mode, which then becomes 1911-the address to the museum. The varsity football players yell "pile-up" by the time they pull in. He jumped off the bus with a few friends including his good friend Jordan, the sun is brighter now, he already made it to school and then waited to get on the bus, and he's there now.
***
"Now I want you to all examine the bone marrow of the lizard. Move the skeleton around," instructed Mr. Tasy, the biology teacher. He was wearing white spandex gloves and was holding a small brush and a scalpel, hovering over the small skeleton. "The museum has allowed us to exhibit only 10 of these lizards, so get in groups of two or three, it doesn't matter who your biology partner is this time." Racket, people would not stop talking and deciding who should be whose "lizard-dusting" partner. To the corner of the room was an ugly clown sculpture made out of clay and it looked like it was about to be put into the kiln, being moist and damp with no color.
"SHUT UP!" Dead silence. "Remember finish the lab and then we're leaving at eleven, we have to be at the school by noon for the assembly." Mr. Tasy then walked up to Cameron. "That is except for you. The limo will arrive at ten thirty for you so you can set up at eleven fifteen. Aren't you the lucky guy to get this, ha," Mr. Tasy blew past him coldly. Cameron looked down as his necklace chimed against his choker. He was only allowed to wear the choker for the field trip; otherwise he doesn't wear it at all.
While brushing against the lizards skeletal system, Jordan noticed Cameron was plying the scalpel deep into the bone, tearing up the structure and revealing some bone marrow. They were working near the "Raging Clown" sculpture, but far enough away.
"Whoa calm it down big guy," Jordan said. Jordan had dyed bleach blonde hair and had his eyebrow pierced, his hair was short and he was very skinny. "I know you're all nervous about the poem you wrote and won for our school, but damn."
"What the fuck is the point of this?" Cameron said, spazzing. "I get chicken wings and I can bite into them and see their bone marrow just centered in the middle like a Twinkie as it gushes out into my mouth." Jordan gives a look of surprise and disgust; his eyes had just grown wide. "So why the hell can't I pry open this bone tissue on time!!?" FLICK! The scalpel scraped off the bone and made a PING sound as it left their table and landed into the clown made of clay's eye. There it stuck.
"Damn Cameron, you got skills. Especially since that was one creepy clown." Then Cameron saw blood pour out of its eye of the marking. "So Cameron." BACK TO SENSES, Cameron noticed that there was goop underneath the eye of the clown, but it didn't come out of its eye and wasn't red, it was just a mess of a blob.
"Cameron Stevens, may I see you for a second," Mr. Tasy said to him quietly. Jordan continued to brush, but he wasn't really brushing anything-it was a clean skeleton.
Away from the other students Mr. Tasy was with Cameron in a slightly dark corner.
"Today's not my day Mr. Tasy, I'm just out of it and feel weird and confused."
"Now Mr. Stevens, I know that you are nervous about your poem winning nationals for the school, and the trip to get it published and meeting some stars in the writing business may seem like lots of stress-but until you leave next week for D.C. than I think you better follow the lab properly and not VANDALIZE the museum's work. Luckily that clown junk was just made today by an art student and that she can make many more in a matter of minutes-but you better get your act straight because next time you won't be so lucky and you WILL pay for it." Mr. Tasy looked at him sternly while Cameron gave the smirk attitude of not caring. "Get back to work, you have half an hour left." Cameron led the way towards the group and Jordan turned around to see him, but kept brushing.
They reached the table and all the teacher could do was glare, "no more Stevens, I mean it," then walked away sharply.
"As if that weren't cold. What'd he say?" Jordan asked.
"He said I better get my ass into gear or I would pay the consequences later. He's retarded."
"Yeah, he is. But they took the clown piece of art-shit down. And I saw the girl who made it, she was damn fine. She looked like a vampire though, and her eyes were bleeding mascara top notch no doubt," Jordan smirked.
"What the hell are you on?"
***
The limo pulled up to the school. The color of the limousine shined ebony like no other, with its tainted windows and silver linings. Out stepped Cameron. Inside was a huge leather interior and a champagne-looking cup lay inside. His choker was off, his hair was gone of the lime green gel, and his hair was put down instead of spiked up. This was actually a normal look for him during the winter when he became so lazy and late for the bus. For today though? Oh well, he decided he'd rather impress his school than to have them think he's too rugged for them.
Mt. Abraham High School glowed on the brick in front of the school. Cameron walked through the doors and realized it was only eleven. He had fifteen minutes and was in fifth bell right now, which was History class. His History class was a breeze and ever so easy, and today they were discussing their projects. This was the project that he exempted due to the preparation and modifications for the assembly. He felt kind of like a movie star. He then walked into the classroom to view his friend's projects.
"Hey! Here's our star student- Mr. Stevens," Mrs. Short said, she was a tomboy kind of woman and had a strong pump about her. Cameron took his seat placing his book bag down on the ground by his desk, and noticed one of the peppiest wannabe girls was presenting something about Eskimos in the 1800s. That girl was Ashlee Rose
There was a knock on the door. In came a man with a clipboard and fuzzy dark brown hair. "Is Cameron Stevens in here?" Cameron walked up and out to the front of the door with this administrator. "Cameron, I'm with the contest it seems that you have rehearsed public speaking skills and motivational training already and we don't really need to see you early. Just leave when your class leaves but take the back way to the gym. We are NOT setting up in the auditorium."
"Wait, stay in class? I'm still a little rusty and I need some final training done. Why can't I just go now?"
"Mr. Stevens, just stay here, you are already exempting many things and you are for the rest of the day before winter break anyway."
"But I want to-"
"I don't care what you want to…Mr. Stevens," and thus the man walked away leaving Cameron rolling his eyes.
The classroom had faucets, long curvy silver faucets with two handles on each side and one for propane. It used to be the Science room as was the Science wing.
He walked back in there and sat back down looking gloomy, his friend sharing the table beside him being James Fields. James was a rather a fat kid, and that means FAT. He in fact was chewing on chocolate bars. Cameron smiled at him, "what's going on James?"
"Nothing much man, I'm just hungry again, my low blood sugars they say." Or the fat sugars. James didn't have many friends at all, but it wasn't for Cameron's worry today.
"Attention Mt. Abraham Student and Staff," the announcer through the PA came on. "From here on 'til a quarter before I want all students to remain in their classrooms as the coordinators set up. I know some students will not be attending this assembly for the Soccer Field Trip at noon, but most of everyone should still be in the school. The museum students will also return within the hour. So teachers, keep your students with you in your classroom for now."
"Goddamnit I hate being in a big school," Cameron mumbled.
"Now since we're all done I guess we can have free time. Everyone talk amongst yourselves in a mannerly fashion," Mrs. Short smiled. Everyone switched seats besides Cameron and James.
After tossing a Hershey's bar wrapper into the nearby garbage can, James looked at Cameron, "isn't it just shitty when you're an outcast. But you have nothing to worry about, at least you can write. I'd have to try an eating contest to actually win something."
Cameron looked down for a second, and was wondering why James was even telling advice to him, Cameron was superior. Then again, he felt bad for the fat kid, and his massive farts passed more in class than Ashlee's notes to her friends. He was a nice kid though, even though many would want to see him dead, the fat kid has spunk.
***
"Can I go to the restroom Mrs. Short?" Cameron asked, with his passbook in right hand and pen for her to sign in left hand at her desk.
"Yeah, but hurry up we're about to leave for your assembly." He left outside, peaking at the clock as he walked. It was eleven fifty-five.
"Juniors and seniors may head down to the gym at this time."
***
"Yes ma'am, I'm Debbie Wright I'm here to pick up my son, Scott Oelker grade eleven," said a middle-aged lady wearing sunglasses, holding her seven-year old boy's arm, Skyler.
"Mom, can I go to the bathroom," Skyler said tugging at her shirt. He was a short little boy with a learning but not strong voice yet.
"Do you remember where it is? We always pick up Scott for sports here so which way do we turn?" she asked her son.
"Down the hall to the left, right?"
"Yeah you can go ahead," she said letting go of him and seeing him wobble down the hallway outside the attendance office.
"Scott Oelker? He's a junior…hrmm. His class just left to the gym for the assembly. Our smart student Cameron Stevens and Jennifer Perry both did something miraculous," the old hag rambled on, pushing her bitchiness upon her.
"Personally, I would just like to drop off his soccer equipment and then I'll be on my way out, I'm not staying," Deb awed with cool into the ladies face.
"You can drop it off right now and leave," the attendance lady barked, pretending she said nothing and smiled.
"I would, but that truck is in my way outside, hun." The attendance lady's name sign said G. Howards and she stepped outside of the door, brushing past Deb and looked out where the door was right beside them. Lockers were on the side across from the attendance office and were adjacent to the exit. Indeed there was a pick-up truck backed up and delivering some snacks for the after assembly.
Turning back around, "you know there are other exits to the building," Ms. Howards said.
"Look, I just want to say hi to my son and make sure he has everything before he leaves, okay so I'm gonna stay and I'd like you to make an announcement through your PA system and tell my son to come to the attendance office. After that, you can kiss my ass," Debbie remarked, pulling up her sunglasses from her face.
***
"Excuse me, can I get a drink of water?" a normal looking kid with semi big teeth asked his teacher. The students inside the lab class were wearing goggles and messing with chemicals. He walked out at the same time Cameron does. The door Zack walks out of is Room 180 Willow. Cameron glares at Zack and walks towards the restroom but is stopped by his voice.
"You know I'm actually better than you." Cameron turns around. "You always told me that I was stupid for using your sister and making her commit suicide and blaming me for what a bad bad brother you were."
"You know what Zack, you think you've won by her demise but I'm the one with the winning poem about how you made her feel like shit. And the world is going to know. How you're so pathetic and that you just wanted a piece of her ass, that's all you want. Girls, but mostly guys-ass," Cameron gritted between scraping teeth.
"After listening to your deep thoughts and emotions towards me (a black shadow passes by the door), I believe that you are just ungrateful. Smile smile. Be like Buffy."
"Listen okay, you're going to grow alone and you'll need psychiatric help and will PAY for the mistakes you have made and influenced. You made Sissy believe you would maybe love her and spend time with her and in the future be there. But since I felt the same kindness towards you, I realize if she was here now that'd she'd be saying the same thing on how no one likes a user, especially one who only wants to satisfy their own needs when actually they are utterly PATHETIC," Cameron said spitting into Zack's face. Zack glared at him, hand in his dark blue hoodie pocket.
Cameron started to walk towards the bathroom, a good ten feet away from Zack. But Zack's breath grew heavy. A silent boom in the background and a tiny scream yelped out faintly. The whole school was big, but the buses just pulled in.
"Stop." The click of revolving bullet ready to be triggered. Cameron turned around slowly in fear and in a perplex state. A black barrel gun was aimed at Cameron by an outstretched arm.