~A/N: Once again I doth not own Resident Evil, nor do I mean to infringe
upon it or it's creators. I just wanted to say thank you to those who
reviewed. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be writing anymore. Oh, to Matro
I love your fics their great, you have really good ideas. Same with you
Tsunami, your fic was so very funny. Alma, I purposely dulled down the big
words on this one, I guess you were right. That's what I get for being in
honors, bleh. Zyte, thank you so much too, but sorry it took so long, I had
a brain fart like to the max. I'll try harder next time, anyhoo....on with
the story.
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"Excuse me, Ms. Green, excuse me! Would you like to rejoin the class now?" a voice said sternly.
The girl in the back row, who the teacher had been talking to remained still, head on desk, and apparently unaware of the now angry teacher advancing towards her. The students around the sleeping girl whispered at her urgently, while the rest of the class attempted to stifle laughter, finding the situation funny.
A dark-haired boy sitting to the right of the girl prodded her in the ribs under the desk.
"Mrs. Dunmire's coming, Cadence, wake up!" he whispered urgently at her from the corner of his mouth.
Cadence stirred slightly, and jerked her head up suddenly as the teacher's fist slammed down upon her desk.
"Ms. Green, can you kindly explain to me why you cannot stay awake during a single one of my classes?" Mrs. Dunmire whispered dangerously, hoping to keep the conversation private but knowing full well that it was carrying around the room.
"Well, I-..." she mumbled, trying to find an excuse.
"Silence! I don't want to hear another one of your excuses. I would send you to the Headmaster's office, but I know that it wouldn't do any more good now than it did the first time. I want you to go straight to your dormitory, and stay there!"
Cadence mumbled an apology under her breath, and began packing her things into her backpack. She heard her friend next to her, Andy, snicker under his breath as the teacher stalked back to the front of the room.
"Shut up! Why didn't you tell me she was coming? She's gonna report me, and I'll get another letter sent back home. My parents are getting fed up," she whispered through clenched teeth.
"Sorry, I just found it funny. Just keep your eyes open, it's not that hard. Don't worry though, I'll visit you during lunch. I'll get the gang to come too, kay" he whispered back.
"Are you quite done yet, Ms. Green?" the teacher growled from the front of the classroom.
She nodded her head, and stood up, swinging her bag onto her back. As she pushed in her chair, she yanked her long, dark braid from underneath her backpack, and flipped it onto her shoulder. She mumbled one last apology to her professor and proceeded to the door, only stopping to look back at her friend. He pointed to the laptop situated in front of him, and gestured vaguely in the air. She nodded, knowing that he wanted her to instant message him when she got back to her dorm, and proceeded out the door.
She walked down the empty hall with a frown on her face, deep in thought, when she suddenly ran head long into a solid object.
It emitted a loud 'oomph' just as she did when she hit the hard ground, and she knew automatically who she had run into.
"Hello, Jacob," she stated without looking up, instead focusing on whether the laptop in her backpack was damaged in the fall. When he didn't speak, she immediately smoothed out her relatively short skirt, knowing that the hall monitor would find any excuse to dock her points. Looking up, she noticed that he was indeed surveying her outfit.
"Cadence, you know that you've been given a lot of slack around here, because of your position, but I don't understand why you purposely try to break the rules," he said while offering her a hand up.
She took the proffered hand and looked down at herself briefly, taking in the un-regulation 'hooker' boots as many called them, the knee- length black skirt that now sat at the middle of her thighs, and the white polo shirt that was unceremoniously unbuttoned. She put on a smile, and looked at the diminutive hall monitor; she noted that she had to look down at him.
"Jacob, don't worry about it. Every girl here has a different way to spice up their outfit. At least my hair's up right?" she said hopefully.
He shrugged his shoulders, muttered a good-bye, and walked past her without further comment.
With a sigh she continued on her way to the dorms, briefly catching snatches of conversations coming from the closed doors on either side of her. As she made her way down the stairwell to the ground floor, she noted the camera winking in her direction. She smiled unpleasantly at it, and continued on her way.
Through the side door, and down the stone path, she found herself at the large courtyard that was overlooked by the girl's dormitories. She zigzagged through the various obstacles, and paused when she heard something from the direction of the forest. She looked down the large hill, and towards the lush green grass that met abruptly with the forest that surrounded her school. She turned her ear toward the dark trees and strained to hear the sound again. There, again she heard it; almost like a guttural growl. She continued walking faster this time, hoping that another guard dog hadn't gotten loose into the woods, and frowning as the memory resurfaced in her mind.
She reached the large oak doors to the dorms without much incident, and proceeded to her own room which she shared with her best friend Allison. Once inside, she threw her bag onto her bed, and moved to her mirror. She studied the reflection carefully, noting how tired her brown eyes looked, and the bruise-black circles underneath them. She ran a finger over her full lips, testing whether they were chapped or not, and sighed as she caught sight of her freckles. Turning away, she reached for her long plait, and tugged upon the rubber band holding it together, letting it unravel to reveal her long brown hair.
She looked at her bag briefly, thinking about whether or not she should get online to talk to Andy. She mentally shook her head, feeling exhaustion take hold of her body, and plopped down on her bed, resigning that she'd see him soon.
Within minutes, she fell asleep, and woke up several hours later to an urgent pounding on her door. Through her sleepy haze she could vaguely hear what sounded like screaming filter into her dark room from outside. Suddenly alert, she sat up in her bed, and made for her door. Before she reached it though, it burst open. All she could do was scream.
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Well, there's another chappie. I know this one was a bit short and pointless, but I thought I'd introduce the main character, and kinda show the deep breath before the plunge (sound familiar?). PLEASE review...if I get enough I may just be stirred into writing quicker. Even one-liners are good, every review counts. Next installment: Death, discovery, loss, gore, ZOMBIES, and a couple of people getting bitch-slapped for being wusses.
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"Excuse me, Ms. Green, excuse me! Would you like to rejoin the class now?" a voice said sternly.
The girl in the back row, who the teacher had been talking to remained still, head on desk, and apparently unaware of the now angry teacher advancing towards her. The students around the sleeping girl whispered at her urgently, while the rest of the class attempted to stifle laughter, finding the situation funny.
A dark-haired boy sitting to the right of the girl prodded her in the ribs under the desk.
"Mrs. Dunmire's coming, Cadence, wake up!" he whispered urgently at her from the corner of his mouth.
Cadence stirred slightly, and jerked her head up suddenly as the teacher's fist slammed down upon her desk.
"Ms. Green, can you kindly explain to me why you cannot stay awake during a single one of my classes?" Mrs. Dunmire whispered dangerously, hoping to keep the conversation private but knowing full well that it was carrying around the room.
"Well, I-..." she mumbled, trying to find an excuse.
"Silence! I don't want to hear another one of your excuses. I would send you to the Headmaster's office, but I know that it wouldn't do any more good now than it did the first time. I want you to go straight to your dormitory, and stay there!"
Cadence mumbled an apology under her breath, and began packing her things into her backpack. She heard her friend next to her, Andy, snicker under his breath as the teacher stalked back to the front of the room.
"Shut up! Why didn't you tell me she was coming? She's gonna report me, and I'll get another letter sent back home. My parents are getting fed up," she whispered through clenched teeth.
"Sorry, I just found it funny. Just keep your eyes open, it's not that hard. Don't worry though, I'll visit you during lunch. I'll get the gang to come too, kay" he whispered back.
"Are you quite done yet, Ms. Green?" the teacher growled from the front of the classroom.
She nodded her head, and stood up, swinging her bag onto her back. As she pushed in her chair, she yanked her long, dark braid from underneath her backpack, and flipped it onto her shoulder. She mumbled one last apology to her professor and proceeded to the door, only stopping to look back at her friend. He pointed to the laptop situated in front of him, and gestured vaguely in the air. She nodded, knowing that he wanted her to instant message him when she got back to her dorm, and proceeded out the door.
She walked down the empty hall with a frown on her face, deep in thought, when she suddenly ran head long into a solid object.
It emitted a loud 'oomph' just as she did when she hit the hard ground, and she knew automatically who she had run into.
"Hello, Jacob," she stated without looking up, instead focusing on whether the laptop in her backpack was damaged in the fall. When he didn't speak, she immediately smoothed out her relatively short skirt, knowing that the hall monitor would find any excuse to dock her points. Looking up, she noticed that he was indeed surveying her outfit.
"Cadence, you know that you've been given a lot of slack around here, because of your position, but I don't understand why you purposely try to break the rules," he said while offering her a hand up.
She took the proffered hand and looked down at herself briefly, taking in the un-regulation 'hooker' boots as many called them, the knee- length black skirt that now sat at the middle of her thighs, and the white polo shirt that was unceremoniously unbuttoned. She put on a smile, and looked at the diminutive hall monitor; she noted that she had to look down at him.
"Jacob, don't worry about it. Every girl here has a different way to spice up their outfit. At least my hair's up right?" she said hopefully.
He shrugged his shoulders, muttered a good-bye, and walked past her without further comment.
With a sigh she continued on her way to the dorms, briefly catching snatches of conversations coming from the closed doors on either side of her. As she made her way down the stairwell to the ground floor, she noted the camera winking in her direction. She smiled unpleasantly at it, and continued on her way.
Through the side door, and down the stone path, she found herself at the large courtyard that was overlooked by the girl's dormitories. She zigzagged through the various obstacles, and paused when she heard something from the direction of the forest. She looked down the large hill, and towards the lush green grass that met abruptly with the forest that surrounded her school. She turned her ear toward the dark trees and strained to hear the sound again. There, again she heard it; almost like a guttural growl. She continued walking faster this time, hoping that another guard dog hadn't gotten loose into the woods, and frowning as the memory resurfaced in her mind.
She reached the large oak doors to the dorms without much incident, and proceeded to her own room which she shared with her best friend Allison. Once inside, she threw her bag onto her bed, and moved to her mirror. She studied the reflection carefully, noting how tired her brown eyes looked, and the bruise-black circles underneath them. She ran a finger over her full lips, testing whether they were chapped or not, and sighed as she caught sight of her freckles. Turning away, she reached for her long plait, and tugged upon the rubber band holding it together, letting it unravel to reveal her long brown hair.
She looked at her bag briefly, thinking about whether or not she should get online to talk to Andy. She mentally shook her head, feeling exhaustion take hold of her body, and plopped down on her bed, resigning that she'd see him soon.
Within minutes, she fell asleep, and woke up several hours later to an urgent pounding on her door. Through her sleepy haze she could vaguely hear what sounded like screaming filter into her dark room from outside. Suddenly alert, she sat up in her bed, and made for her door. Before she reached it though, it burst open. All she could do was scream.
~***~
Well, there's another chappie. I know this one was a bit short and pointless, but I thought I'd introduce the main character, and kinda show the deep breath before the plunge (sound familiar?). PLEASE review...if I get enough I may just be stirred into writing quicker. Even one-liners are good, every review counts. Next installment: Death, discovery, loss, gore, ZOMBIES, and a couple of people getting bitch-slapped for being wusses.