Chapter 3
School lunch...Jills scrunched up her nose at the prospect. Grandpa's burned eggs looked more appetizing than this lot. Because of the heat of the day, the shutters were pulled over the windows, giving blessed little shade. Jills paid for the slop Misty Cove High called "A nutritious meal" but looked more like cat food. When she came to an empty table, Jills sat down and waited for Sean, Hackerboy is late again.
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"Hackerboy" also knew he was late...he had stayed behind in Mythology for a small while looking at the new teacher, Ms. Summers is quite hot for a teacher but damn I'm late...Jills is gonna kill me...and I need fooooood. At the thought of food, Sean suddenly felt disorientated, and then the weirdest thing happened...one moment he was running along the hall...the next he was standing at the door of the cafeteria...which had been half the campus away two seconds ago. Sean looked confused for a moment, then he went to the line. Food now...finding out about that little incident can wait.
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Meanwhile, the Principal's office was the location for Logan, here on his first day. The Principal, a middle aged woman named Mrs. Flaherty, was leafing through his file with her back to him. "I would hope that we will see no trouble from you this year Mr. Micheals."
Logan sighed and rolled his eyes. "What kind of trouble would you be talking about Ma'am?"
Mrs. Flaherty turned around, flicking one hand through her brown fringe, and measured Logan with her pale green eyes. "I'm talking about three broken noses, a broken arm and two broken legs Mr. Micheals, all in the space of the last couple months. You have quite a tendency to get involved in fights."
Logan's voice remained level, "If you read a little further down the file, you will see that I finished those fights, not started them Ma'am."
Mrs. Flaherty gazed at Logan a small while longer. "I see." She looked at her watch and frowned, "It would seem that it is lunch time Mr Micheals, I don't want to see you in this office for fighting, are we understood?"
Logan nodded his head as he stood up and headed for the cafeteria.
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Trent was sweating after a hard practise with the rest of the Misty Cove Storm Football team. He pulled on his blue school tracksuit top and looked in the mirror as he pulled out his hair gel. Behind him, he saw the face of Brad, the MCS Quarterback. "Man, with you hitting like you are Trent, we are gonna rule the league this year."
Trent shrugged his shoulders, it was true that he had been hitting a helluva lot harder recently, as Brad had found out several times when Trent sacked him.
"So, we gonna get a little practise in after school? A couple of the guys are meeting up."
Trent shrugged his shoulders, "Depends what homework I get tonight. The parents are really onto me if my grades slip."
Brad tapped his shoulder, a sympathetic look on his face. "You got it rough man, y'know when they're next coming to town?"
Trent shrugged his shoulders before shouldering his bag and walking to the cafeteria.
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Lunch, for some, isn't as easy to come across. Sarah had packed her bag with whatever she could find but she was running low, no way I'm stealing, I'll have to find a way to get some food. She pulled her lunch out of her bag and ate in silence as she sat in an abandoned building. Suddenly she had a feeling...something big is gonna happen in this sleepy little town.
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As students sat down to eat, several pale figures climbed a ladder into the basement, the door of which was near the cafeteria...they weren't after the Monday special however...One whispered to the rest "It is time to feed."
School lunch...Jills scrunched up her nose at the prospect. Grandpa's burned eggs looked more appetizing than this lot. Because of the heat of the day, the shutters were pulled over the windows, giving blessed little shade. Jills paid for the slop Misty Cove High called "A nutritious meal" but looked more like cat food. When she came to an empty table, Jills sat down and waited for Sean, Hackerboy is late again.
...
"Hackerboy" also knew he was late...he had stayed behind in Mythology for a small while looking at the new teacher, Ms. Summers is quite hot for a teacher but damn I'm late...Jills is gonna kill me...and I need fooooood. At the thought of food, Sean suddenly felt disorientated, and then the weirdest thing happened...one moment he was running along the hall...the next he was standing at the door of the cafeteria...which had been half the campus away two seconds ago. Sean looked confused for a moment, then he went to the line. Food now...finding out about that little incident can wait.
...
Meanwhile, the Principal's office was the location for Logan, here on his first day. The Principal, a middle aged woman named Mrs. Flaherty, was leafing through his file with her back to him. "I would hope that we will see no trouble from you this year Mr. Micheals."
Logan sighed and rolled his eyes. "What kind of trouble would you be talking about Ma'am?"
Mrs. Flaherty turned around, flicking one hand through her brown fringe, and measured Logan with her pale green eyes. "I'm talking about three broken noses, a broken arm and two broken legs Mr. Micheals, all in the space of the last couple months. You have quite a tendency to get involved in fights."
Logan's voice remained level, "If you read a little further down the file, you will see that I finished those fights, not started them Ma'am."
Mrs. Flaherty gazed at Logan a small while longer. "I see." She looked at her watch and frowned, "It would seem that it is lunch time Mr Micheals, I don't want to see you in this office for fighting, are we understood?"
Logan nodded his head as he stood up and headed for the cafeteria.
...
Trent was sweating after a hard practise with the rest of the Misty Cove Storm Football team. He pulled on his blue school tracksuit top and looked in the mirror as he pulled out his hair gel. Behind him, he saw the face of Brad, the MCS Quarterback. "Man, with you hitting like you are Trent, we are gonna rule the league this year."
Trent shrugged his shoulders, it was true that he had been hitting a helluva lot harder recently, as Brad had found out several times when Trent sacked him.
"So, we gonna get a little practise in after school? A couple of the guys are meeting up."
Trent shrugged his shoulders, "Depends what homework I get tonight. The parents are really onto me if my grades slip."
Brad tapped his shoulder, a sympathetic look on his face. "You got it rough man, y'know when they're next coming to town?"
Trent shrugged his shoulders before shouldering his bag and walking to the cafeteria.
...
Lunch, for some, isn't as easy to come across. Sarah had packed her bag with whatever she could find but she was running low, no way I'm stealing, I'll have to find a way to get some food. She pulled her lunch out of her bag and ate in silence as she sat in an abandoned building. Suddenly she had a feeling...something big is gonna happen in this sleepy little town.
...
As students sat down to eat, several pale figures climbed a ladder into the basement, the door of which was near the cafeteria...they weren't after the Monday special however...One whispered to the rest "It is time to feed."