Title: School Daze 2: High School Hell
Author: The lyrical Eli
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sequel to 'School Daze'. The kids are growing up.
Disclaimer: No, don't own it.
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-September 7, 2019-
Today was his first day of high school. He was extremely nervous as to what would happen in this new school, and hours of all the horror stories of what went on here from his friends and older sister didn't really help.
Especially after hearing what happened to freshmen.
'Breathe, just breathe. You'll be fine, you'll survive this. Oh, god let me survive this.' He thought to himself as he entered the school. Morris High School was old enough to be in their history books and had a little over two thousand five hundred students. And since today was the first day of school, the hallways were packed. He barely had time to glance at his schedule since he had to watch out and make sure he wouldn't run into anyone.
He saw that his first class was in room 1025, but when he looked over the other students at the room numbers, they were all in the 500's and that the way he was going would lead to 400. He sighed and turned the other way the first chance he got.
And ran straight into someone.
"Hey, what the hell you think your doing?" The guy asked him as he pushed Jamie up against the wall. The dude was a foot taller than him
"Sorry, I was trying to get to my class... I didn-" He muttered out, trying to get his thoughts straight.
"Yeah, whatever. You wana start somethin', punk? I think you wanna start something."
Jamie shook his head. "No, I don't want to start anything. Just let me go, I didn't mean anything." The guy just laughed at his response as he re- shoved Jamie back into the wall. He lifted his fist as if he were about to punch him.
CRACK
Before either boy knew it, the guy's arm was twisted behind him as he turned his head and met ice cold blue eyes. "I believe he said he didn't want to start anything. Right?" He asked the guy coldly.
"Yeah, right. Whatever you say, Carver. Just let me go."
"Apologize."
"Sorry, kid. Didn't mean to hassle you. Forgive me." He rasped out quickly, wincing form pain. Jamie smirked. "You're forgiven."
The guy was let go of and walked away as fast as he could. Jamie sighed out of relief as his rescuer glanced at his schedule. "The 1000's hall is the other way. C'mon, I'll get you to your first class." He told him.
Jamie looked up at him, the hero worship that had developed when they were kids popping up once again. "Thanks, Dominic."
-Later-
After conquering a first period of Science AP and a second period of Ninth grade PE, he had at least figured out that left of the front door was the 100 to 800 halls and that right of the front door was 900 to 1600 halls. But his next class, English AP, was in room P11. And since none of the upperclassmen would answer where his class was, he was lost once again.
He walked the length of the 100 hall and exited out the double doors at the end of it. He accidentally knocked over someone who was leaning against the other side when he did. He mumbled an apology and tried to do a U-turn when he was grabbed and shoved outside and once again pushed up against the wall.
But instead of one guy, he was confronted by what looked like to be a whole gang.
The leader was glaring down at him angrily. "Now where the fuck do you think you're runnin' off to, bitch?" The guy asked him as the others started crowding around him. Oh yeah, they were definitely a gang. They all practically had on the same outfit, but with differet colors. And they all sported the same tattoo on the side of their face.
Jamie swallowed hard as he tried to think of what to do. 'Think, James, Think! Why oh why didn't I take the fighting lessons Dad offered me?! I hate fighting, but if I had known high school was filled of people ready to jump you, I would have changed my mind.'
"You stupid or somethin'? Answer me!" The guy demanded. Just as Jamie opened his mouth, someone answered for him.
"Hey, let him go!"
One of the members walked up and tore the guy off him. The guy stared at his friend, totally confused. "Whassup wit you?" He asked him. The guy shrugged.
"The kid didn't do nuthin'. Let him go." He told him as he handed Jamie his schedule, which he didn't know he had even dropped. "Get lost, punk." He told him. Jamie stared at the guy for a second and his jaw almost dropped. The guy came closer to him. "I said, get lost.... Now." He told him. Jamie nodded and went back through the double doors and re-entered the hall. He looked down at his schedule and saw that a note had been scribbled next to it.
Jamie,
When you get to the 400 hall, take a left and exit the first set of double doors you get to. That will take you to the portables.
It's not even 11:00 and you've already been jumped twice? (Talked to Dom.) Kid, you are just like your sister.
Except she was the one who did the jumping, of course.
Be more careful.
Later halfpint,
Nicky
Jamie smiled at the little note, and then groaned when he heard the bell ring. He hissed and took off toward the portables.
-Lunch-
The young fresmen were all scattered around the lunch room. It was such a relief to be out of classes for a while. Jamie had yet to find any of his friends from his middle school anywhere, and he had learned quickly that none of the other students really appreciated being put in a class with an advanced freshman.
He had brought his own lunch, but wasn't hungry. He tossed most of it into the trash as he drank down a bottle of water. He almost choked when someone's arm went around his shoulders and started forcing him to walk.
He looked to the side to see a big guy in with a school jacket on smiling at him. "Hey kid, what's your name?" The guy asked him cheerfully.
"Um, Jamie." He answered cautiously as he was forcefully led out of the cafeteria.
"Well Jamie, my name's Dave. We've been watching you, and we think you have real potential for some of the sports here. You like sports don't ya?"
"Some. Depends." He told him. He figured from the letterman jackets and the girls, mostly cheerleaders, attached to their arms that these guys were probably foot ball players. He pulled himself away from Dave and tried to get as much distance as possible. "Don't think I'll be too good at sports, sorry, see ya." He said as he tried to get away before two of the guys grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to walk in another direction.
Dave smiled evilly. "Oh, don't be modest. I'm sure you'll be quite good at this sport." He told him.
"What sport?"
"Swirly diving." He told him as Dave opened the door to the girl's bathroom, ready to toss Jamie in and give him his first 'practice session'. But he ran into a girl as he tried to get through.
"Excuse you." She told him sharply, not moving from the door. "What do you think your doing?" Her arms were crossed over her chest as her blue eyes glared up at Dave.
"Initiation to high school, now move." He told her.
She shook her head. "I don't think so." She told him as she turned her head to the side, almost swatting him in the face with her curly, dirty blonde hair. "Chris, help a girl out will ya?"
Almost immediately, a guy was next to her facing Dave. "Yes?" He asked her as he wrapped an arm around her Cheerleader skirt clad waist.
"Dave ran into me, told me to get out of his way, and is trying to initiate poor Jamie here." She told him with a fake pout.
Chris looked over at Dave. "Really now? I wouldn't think so, considering what a riot it would be if the to be captain of the foot ball team got caught hazing one of the freshmen."
"You wouldn't."
"Oh, I would, and without a second thought. Now have Lance and Drake put him down, 'fore I make them put him down." He ordered. Dave mumbled something and they let go off him and walked off, shaking their heads.
Jamie straightened his clothes out. "Thanks, guys. I'd be dead without you."
She smiled. "Welcome, Jamie. You know we couldn't let you get beat up... Who else would help me with my homework?" She asked him.
"Yeah, and if she fails her classes, she gets grounded, and we can't go out. It's a cycle, man." Chris glanced at the clock. "Oh, we gotta go. See ya later, Jamie."
"Bye Jamie."
"Bye Chris, bye Gracie." He called after them as they walked off together.
-Still Later-
He dragged himself into his last class and grabbed a seat in the middle. He was getting awfully tired from getting lost so much. But at least this was the end of it.
Algebra 2 AP.
Like most of his other classes, he was surronded by upperclassmen. Most of them were eyeing him since he looked so young, and he tried his best to shrink himself into his seat.
As soon as the bell rang, the teacher locked the door and refused to let in any late students. He gave them all a long boring lecture about how he expected everyone in this class to be trying to thrive for perfection, being advanced students and blah blah blah blah. Jamie acted as if he were listening, but was really just counting down the minute still he could go home.
The teacher, Mr. Reyes, then took role. He was ruthless. If you didn't answer yes immeidately, he marked you absent. When he got to Jamie, he stopped. "You have a sister?" He asked him cautiously. He nodded. The teacher gave him a strange look before going on.
Inwardly, he groaned. 'Damn it, what did she do to him? I can already tell he hates her and now he'll hate me! Why does this always happen? Would it be so hard for her not to torture her teachers?'
After role, Mr. Reyes went into another long, dull lecture about the class. He did that till there were five minutes left of school. And then, he informed them all that their homework was page 7, questions 1-39. "I want you all to partner off to study, and I want you to do it in class. If you can't convince anyone to be your partner, you will have to do 40-71 as well. There is no I in team. Now get a partner."
Jamie looked around frantically for a friendly face. He liked math, but not enough to do another 31 problems. All of the others seemed to get as far away form his as possible. Everyone had paired off and turned in papers that named the pair of partners. He laid his head on his desk and waited for the teacher to assign him more work.
After he had looked through the papers, Mr. Reyes said he was pleased that everyone had done what he said. Jamie's head flew up in surprise. He looked around the class for whoever had done him the favor.
He spotted a thin girl in the back, brown hair put up into two funky buns on the top of her head. She looked at him and nodded, a half smile on her face. He breathed out in relief. While the teacher had his back turned to write something out on the board, Jamie scribbled out a note and held it up for her to read.
Thanks, Teresa. I love you forever and ever and ever
She laughed and rolled her eyes. She put her hand to her heart and faked a sigh before she turned to the side to flirt with the guy sitting next to her.
The bell rang a minute later and the whole class hurried out. Jamie grabbed his back pack and did his best not to run out of class. He didn't wait for Teresa since she was busy trying her charms on some guy.
He still had to go to the school library and get some stuff for his English class, so he ended up having to walk the opposite direction everyone else was going. He did his best to arrange himself so that he barely brushed past everyone. He was almost to the library when two guys and a girl came up to him.
"Oh, what do we got here?" The taller of the guys asked.
"I think it's fresh meat." The girl answered as she smiled wickedly.
"Do you know what we do to freshmen, kid?" The other guy asked him. Jamie was too tired to try and talk his way out of it, and just shook his head, trying to seem too stupid to bother with.
All three of them smiled. "Then we'll just hafta show you!" The girl told him as the guys grabbed his arms and she grabbed his legs. He struggled as hard as he could as they carried him over to the trash can. They held him above it, ready to drop him in when....
CRASH
The trash can was knocked over and the people trying to can him were all on the ground. He was standing straight up, and someone's hand was on his shoulder.
"Who the hell did that?" The girl asked as the three of them all looked up and their jaws dropped. "Nottingham girl...."
"Yes." Bethany told them. "Get up."
They did as she said.
"Now, were you trying to can this poor kid?" She asked them.
"Yeah, all the upperclassmen can a freshmen."
"I don't. I canned the upperclassmen who tried to can me, but you already know that." She said with a smirk. "Now, usually I let our school's not so serious hazing go on since well, that's part of the high school experience. But you guys were dumb enough to not even ask the freshmen his name. Do you know what this kid's name is?" She asked them as they shook their heads.
"His name is James Nottingham." She waited a minute so that she could enjoy the faces they were making. "So that makes him MY younger brother. So that means you can all go away. Now go!" They all ran off as fast as they could.
Jamie sighed and turned to face her. "That was the fouth damn time that has happened to me today! Geez, don't they have anything better to do? What kind of school are mom and dad sending us to?"
"The same one we ALL go to. Makes things easier. Have homework?" She asked him sweetly.
"Yeah, it's only the first day and I hate it here already." He grumbled. Beth put her arm around her little brother's shoulders and started leading him to the library.
"Welcome to high school hell."
Coming Attractions:
The Goth
Eli: I am so incredibly sorry it took so long for this to get out!!!! I will try to do multiple post whenever I can update! I hope you love the new editions!
Author: The lyrical Eli
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sequel to 'School Daze'. The kids are growing up.
Disclaimer: No, don't own it.
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-September 7, 2019-
Today was his first day of high school. He was extremely nervous as to what would happen in this new school, and hours of all the horror stories of what went on here from his friends and older sister didn't really help.
Especially after hearing what happened to freshmen.
'Breathe, just breathe. You'll be fine, you'll survive this. Oh, god let me survive this.' He thought to himself as he entered the school. Morris High School was old enough to be in their history books and had a little over two thousand five hundred students. And since today was the first day of school, the hallways were packed. He barely had time to glance at his schedule since he had to watch out and make sure he wouldn't run into anyone.
He saw that his first class was in room 1025, but when he looked over the other students at the room numbers, they were all in the 500's and that the way he was going would lead to 400. He sighed and turned the other way the first chance he got.
And ran straight into someone.
"Hey, what the hell you think your doing?" The guy asked him as he pushed Jamie up against the wall. The dude was a foot taller than him
"Sorry, I was trying to get to my class... I didn-" He muttered out, trying to get his thoughts straight.
"Yeah, whatever. You wana start somethin', punk? I think you wanna start something."
Jamie shook his head. "No, I don't want to start anything. Just let me go, I didn't mean anything." The guy just laughed at his response as he re- shoved Jamie back into the wall. He lifted his fist as if he were about to punch him.
CRACK
Before either boy knew it, the guy's arm was twisted behind him as he turned his head and met ice cold blue eyes. "I believe he said he didn't want to start anything. Right?" He asked the guy coldly.
"Yeah, right. Whatever you say, Carver. Just let me go."
"Apologize."
"Sorry, kid. Didn't mean to hassle you. Forgive me." He rasped out quickly, wincing form pain. Jamie smirked. "You're forgiven."
The guy was let go of and walked away as fast as he could. Jamie sighed out of relief as his rescuer glanced at his schedule. "The 1000's hall is the other way. C'mon, I'll get you to your first class." He told him.
Jamie looked up at him, the hero worship that had developed when they were kids popping up once again. "Thanks, Dominic."
-Later-
After conquering a first period of Science AP and a second period of Ninth grade PE, he had at least figured out that left of the front door was the 100 to 800 halls and that right of the front door was 900 to 1600 halls. But his next class, English AP, was in room P11. And since none of the upperclassmen would answer where his class was, he was lost once again.
He walked the length of the 100 hall and exited out the double doors at the end of it. He accidentally knocked over someone who was leaning against the other side when he did. He mumbled an apology and tried to do a U-turn when he was grabbed and shoved outside and once again pushed up against the wall.
But instead of one guy, he was confronted by what looked like to be a whole gang.
The leader was glaring down at him angrily. "Now where the fuck do you think you're runnin' off to, bitch?" The guy asked him as the others started crowding around him. Oh yeah, they were definitely a gang. They all practically had on the same outfit, but with differet colors. And they all sported the same tattoo on the side of their face.
Jamie swallowed hard as he tried to think of what to do. 'Think, James, Think! Why oh why didn't I take the fighting lessons Dad offered me?! I hate fighting, but if I had known high school was filled of people ready to jump you, I would have changed my mind.'
"You stupid or somethin'? Answer me!" The guy demanded. Just as Jamie opened his mouth, someone answered for him.
"Hey, let him go!"
One of the members walked up and tore the guy off him. The guy stared at his friend, totally confused. "Whassup wit you?" He asked him. The guy shrugged.
"The kid didn't do nuthin'. Let him go." He told him as he handed Jamie his schedule, which he didn't know he had even dropped. "Get lost, punk." He told him. Jamie stared at the guy for a second and his jaw almost dropped. The guy came closer to him. "I said, get lost.... Now." He told him. Jamie nodded and went back through the double doors and re-entered the hall. He looked down at his schedule and saw that a note had been scribbled next to it.
Jamie,
When you get to the 400 hall, take a left and exit the first set of double doors you get to. That will take you to the portables.
It's not even 11:00 and you've already been jumped twice? (Talked to Dom.) Kid, you are just like your sister.
Except she was the one who did the jumping, of course.
Be more careful.
Later halfpint,
Nicky
Jamie smiled at the little note, and then groaned when he heard the bell ring. He hissed and took off toward the portables.
-Lunch-
The young fresmen were all scattered around the lunch room. It was such a relief to be out of classes for a while. Jamie had yet to find any of his friends from his middle school anywhere, and he had learned quickly that none of the other students really appreciated being put in a class with an advanced freshman.
He had brought his own lunch, but wasn't hungry. He tossed most of it into the trash as he drank down a bottle of water. He almost choked when someone's arm went around his shoulders and started forcing him to walk.
He looked to the side to see a big guy in with a school jacket on smiling at him. "Hey kid, what's your name?" The guy asked him cheerfully.
"Um, Jamie." He answered cautiously as he was forcefully led out of the cafeteria.
"Well Jamie, my name's Dave. We've been watching you, and we think you have real potential for some of the sports here. You like sports don't ya?"
"Some. Depends." He told him. He figured from the letterman jackets and the girls, mostly cheerleaders, attached to their arms that these guys were probably foot ball players. He pulled himself away from Dave and tried to get as much distance as possible. "Don't think I'll be too good at sports, sorry, see ya." He said as he tried to get away before two of the guys grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to walk in another direction.
Dave smiled evilly. "Oh, don't be modest. I'm sure you'll be quite good at this sport." He told him.
"What sport?"
"Swirly diving." He told him as Dave opened the door to the girl's bathroom, ready to toss Jamie in and give him his first 'practice session'. But he ran into a girl as he tried to get through.
"Excuse you." She told him sharply, not moving from the door. "What do you think your doing?" Her arms were crossed over her chest as her blue eyes glared up at Dave.
"Initiation to high school, now move." He told her.
She shook her head. "I don't think so." She told him as she turned her head to the side, almost swatting him in the face with her curly, dirty blonde hair. "Chris, help a girl out will ya?"
Almost immediately, a guy was next to her facing Dave. "Yes?" He asked her as he wrapped an arm around her Cheerleader skirt clad waist.
"Dave ran into me, told me to get out of his way, and is trying to initiate poor Jamie here." She told him with a fake pout.
Chris looked over at Dave. "Really now? I wouldn't think so, considering what a riot it would be if the to be captain of the foot ball team got caught hazing one of the freshmen."
"You wouldn't."
"Oh, I would, and without a second thought. Now have Lance and Drake put him down, 'fore I make them put him down." He ordered. Dave mumbled something and they let go off him and walked off, shaking their heads.
Jamie straightened his clothes out. "Thanks, guys. I'd be dead without you."
She smiled. "Welcome, Jamie. You know we couldn't let you get beat up... Who else would help me with my homework?" She asked him.
"Yeah, and if she fails her classes, she gets grounded, and we can't go out. It's a cycle, man." Chris glanced at the clock. "Oh, we gotta go. See ya later, Jamie."
"Bye Jamie."
"Bye Chris, bye Gracie." He called after them as they walked off together.
-Still Later-
He dragged himself into his last class and grabbed a seat in the middle. He was getting awfully tired from getting lost so much. But at least this was the end of it.
Algebra 2 AP.
Like most of his other classes, he was surronded by upperclassmen. Most of them were eyeing him since he looked so young, and he tried his best to shrink himself into his seat.
As soon as the bell rang, the teacher locked the door and refused to let in any late students. He gave them all a long boring lecture about how he expected everyone in this class to be trying to thrive for perfection, being advanced students and blah blah blah blah. Jamie acted as if he were listening, but was really just counting down the minute still he could go home.
The teacher, Mr. Reyes, then took role. He was ruthless. If you didn't answer yes immeidately, he marked you absent. When he got to Jamie, he stopped. "You have a sister?" He asked him cautiously. He nodded. The teacher gave him a strange look before going on.
Inwardly, he groaned. 'Damn it, what did she do to him? I can already tell he hates her and now he'll hate me! Why does this always happen? Would it be so hard for her not to torture her teachers?'
After role, Mr. Reyes went into another long, dull lecture about the class. He did that till there were five minutes left of school. And then, he informed them all that their homework was page 7, questions 1-39. "I want you all to partner off to study, and I want you to do it in class. If you can't convince anyone to be your partner, you will have to do 40-71 as well. There is no I in team. Now get a partner."
Jamie looked around frantically for a friendly face. He liked math, but not enough to do another 31 problems. All of the others seemed to get as far away form his as possible. Everyone had paired off and turned in papers that named the pair of partners. He laid his head on his desk and waited for the teacher to assign him more work.
After he had looked through the papers, Mr. Reyes said he was pleased that everyone had done what he said. Jamie's head flew up in surprise. He looked around the class for whoever had done him the favor.
He spotted a thin girl in the back, brown hair put up into two funky buns on the top of her head. She looked at him and nodded, a half smile on her face. He breathed out in relief. While the teacher had his back turned to write something out on the board, Jamie scribbled out a note and held it up for her to read.
Thanks, Teresa. I love you forever and ever and ever
She laughed and rolled her eyes. She put her hand to her heart and faked a sigh before she turned to the side to flirt with the guy sitting next to her.
The bell rang a minute later and the whole class hurried out. Jamie grabbed his back pack and did his best not to run out of class. He didn't wait for Teresa since she was busy trying her charms on some guy.
He still had to go to the school library and get some stuff for his English class, so he ended up having to walk the opposite direction everyone else was going. He did his best to arrange himself so that he barely brushed past everyone. He was almost to the library when two guys and a girl came up to him.
"Oh, what do we got here?" The taller of the guys asked.
"I think it's fresh meat." The girl answered as she smiled wickedly.
"Do you know what we do to freshmen, kid?" The other guy asked him. Jamie was too tired to try and talk his way out of it, and just shook his head, trying to seem too stupid to bother with.
All three of them smiled. "Then we'll just hafta show you!" The girl told him as the guys grabbed his arms and she grabbed his legs. He struggled as hard as he could as they carried him over to the trash can. They held him above it, ready to drop him in when....
CRASH
The trash can was knocked over and the people trying to can him were all on the ground. He was standing straight up, and someone's hand was on his shoulder.
"Who the hell did that?" The girl asked as the three of them all looked up and their jaws dropped. "Nottingham girl...."
"Yes." Bethany told them. "Get up."
They did as she said.
"Now, were you trying to can this poor kid?" She asked them.
"Yeah, all the upperclassmen can a freshmen."
"I don't. I canned the upperclassmen who tried to can me, but you already know that." She said with a smirk. "Now, usually I let our school's not so serious hazing go on since well, that's part of the high school experience. But you guys were dumb enough to not even ask the freshmen his name. Do you know what this kid's name is?" She asked them as they shook their heads.
"His name is James Nottingham." She waited a minute so that she could enjoy the faces they were making. "So that makes him MY younger brother. So that means you can all go away. Now go!" They all ran off as fast as they could.
Jamie sighed and turned to face her. "That was the fouth damn time that has happened to me today! Geez, don't they have anything better to do? What kind of school are mom and dad sending us to?"
"The same one we ALL go to. Makes things easier. Have homework?" She asked him sweetly.
"Yeah, it's only the first day and I hate it here already." He grumbled. Beth put her arm around her little brother's shoulders and started leading him to the library.
"Welcome to high school hell."
Coming Attractions:
The Goth
Eli: I am so incredibly sorry it took so long for this to get out!!!! I will try to do multiple post whenever I can update! I hope you love the new editions!