Ok, this is my first attempt, I'd apreciate it if people reviewed, even if they think it's pathetic.
It was eight months after the original attack. Casey was back to being bullied, Delilah had dumped him, surprise surprise, and Zeke had quit the football team after three weeks. Stan and Stokely were still going strong, and were having thourghts of getting married. Zeke was still getting on well with Miss Burke, and they saw eachother almost every evening. Despite this, he still kept his image of the play-boy, tough-guy, but now he would hang out with Casey a lot.
It was the beggining of summer, coming up to the summer holidays. Zeke pulled up in his car, parked it in the car park, and got out. There were various students, and he scanned the area for people he knew. There was the football team, with their cheerleading girlfriends, Delilah amongst them, ahh, there were Stokely and Stan. Zeke walked over to them.
'Hey, what's up?,' he asked casualy, drawing a cigarette out of his pocket. He lit it, and took a deep puff.
'Hey, nothings up!,' she said, smiling at Stan. They kissed.
'Where's Case?,' said Zeke, letting a cloud of smoke escape his mouth.
'I haven't got a clue!,' said Stan, vaguely.
'I think I saw him dissapear off inside,' said Stokely. 'Oh, wait, that was that Arnold kid. The knew one.'
'Just what I needed to know Stokes!,' said Zeke, sarcasticly.
'What Zeke?!,' said Stan, laughing. Zeke frowned, and walked off. He went into the guys toilets, in search of Casey. he heard someone being kicked inside one of the stalls, the disabled one, Casey's stall. He went into a stall of his own, stood on the toilet, and looked over the door. To his surprise, instead of some football jock coming out, Mr Whiteside walked out, and calmly excited the room. Mr Whiteside had replaced Mr Furlong, who had quit his teaching job shortly after the alien incident. After he has left the room, Zeke exits his stall.
'Case, are you in there?,' he asks, knocking on the door of Casey's stall. Nothing, no reply. He tried to open the door, but Mr Whiteside had jammed it. 'Did he do it deliberately?' thourght Zeke, as he tried to force the door open. he yanked out a piece of wood that had been put in, jamming the door, and it swung open. Casey was lying on the floor, next to the toilet, and was bleeding. Zeke couldn't see what was making him bleed.
'Casey, are you ok?,' he asked. There was a slight moan, and Casey said:
'No, my side really hurts. Who are you?.' As he said the lst sentence, he went into defencive mode, and cowered into the corner.
'It's ok, it's me, Zeke.'
'Oh, hi Zeke,' said Casey, weakly, grasping his side. To Zeke's horror, as he pulled his hand away, he saw it was completely covered in blood.
'Sh!t!,' said Zeke, kneeling down bye Casey. 'What happened?.'
'Oh, I was in here as usual, someone came in, banged my head against the wall, and then, I guess he cut me with a knife or something, and then he kicked me in the ribs, and I blacked out, the you turned up, not a very long story,' said Casey, callapsing down to the ground in a heap.
'Come on, let's get you outa here!,' said Zeke, grabbing the now unconcious Casey off the floor, putting him on his back, and walking out of the bathrooms.Ok, this is my first attempt, I'd apreciate it if people reviewed, even if they think it's pathetic.
It was eight months after the original attack. Casey was back to being bullied, Delilah had dumped him, surprise surprise, and Zeke had quit the football team after three weeks. Stan and Stokely were still going strong, and were having thourghts of getting married. Zeke was still getting on well with Miss Burke, and they saw eachother almost every evening. Despite this, he still kept his image of the play-boy, tough-guy, but now he would hang out with Casey a lot.
It was the beggining of summer, coming up to the summer holidays. Zeke pulled up in his car, parked it in the car park, and got out. There were various students, and he scanned the area for people he knew. There was the football team, with their cheerleading girlfriends, Delilah amongst them, ahh, there were Stokely and Stan. Zeke walked over to them.
'Hey, what's up?,' he asked casualy, drawing a cigarette out of his pocket. He lit it, and took a deep puff.
'Hey, nothings up!,' she said, smiling at Stan. They kissed.
'Where's Case?,' said Zeke, letting a cloud of smoke escape his mouth.
'I haven't got a clue!,' said Stan, vaguely.
'I think I saw him dissapear off inside,' said Stokely. 'Oh, wait, that was that Arnold kid. The knew one.'
'Just what I needed to know Stokes!,' said Zeke, sarcasticly.
'What Zeke?!,' said Stan, laughing. Zeke frowned, and walked off. He went into the guys toilets, in search of Casey. he heard someone being kicked inside one of the stalls, the disabled one, Casey's stall. He went into a stall of his own, stood on the toilet, and looked over the door. To his surprise, instead of some football jock coming out, Mr Whiteside walked out, and calmly excited the room. Mr Whiteside had replaced Mr Furlong, who had quit his teaching job shortly after the alien incident. After he has left the room, Zeke exits his stall.
'Case, are you in there?,' he asks, knocking on the door of Casey's stall. Nothing, no reply. He tried to open the door, but Mr Whiteside had jammed it. 'Did he do it deliberately?' thourght Zeke, as he tried to force the door open. he yanked out a piece of wood that had been put in, jamming the door, and it swung open. Casey was lying on the floor, next to the toilet, and was bleeding. Zeke couldn't see what was making him bleed.
'Casey, are you ok?,' he asked. There was a slight moan, and Casey said:
'No, my side really hurts. Who are you?.' As he said the lst sentence, he went into defencive mode, and cowered into the corner.
'It's ok, it's me, Zeke.'
'Oh, hi Zeke,' said Casey, weakly, grasping his side. To Zeke's horror, as he pulled his hand away, he saw it was completely covered in blood.
'Sh!t!,' said Zeke, kneeling down bye Casey. 'What happened?.'
'Oh, I was in here as usual, someone came in, banged my head against the wall, and then, I guess he cut me with a knife or something, and then he kicked me in the ribs, and I blacked out, the you turned up, not a very long story,' said Casey, callapsing down to the ground in a heap.
'Come on, let's get you outa here!,' said Zeke, grabbing the now unconcious Casey off the floor, putting him on his back, and walking out of the bathrooms.
It was eight months after the original attack. Casey was back to being bullied, Delilah had dumped him, surprise surprise, and Zeke had quit the football team after three weeks. Stan and Stokely were still going strong, and were having thourghts of getting married. Zeke was still getting on well with Miss Burke, and they saw eachother almost every evening. Despite this, he still kept his image of the play-boy, tough-guy, but now he would hang out with Casey a lot.
It was the beggining of summer, coming up to the summer holidays. Zeke pulled up in his car, parked it in the car park, and got out. There were various students, and he scanned the area for people he knew. There was the football team, with their cheerleading girlfriends, Delilah amongst them, ahh, there were Stokely and Stan. Zeke walked over to them.
'Hey, what's up?,' he asked casualy, drawing a cigarette out of his pocket. He lit it, and took a deep puff.
'Hey, nothings up!,' she said, smiling at Stan. They kissed.
'Where's Case?,' said Zeke, letting a cloud of smoke escape his mouth.
'I haven't got a clue!,' said Stan, vaguely.
'I think I saw him dissapear off inside,' said Stokely. 'Oh, wait, that was that Arnold kid. The knew one.'
'Just what I needed to know Stokes!,' said Zeke, sarcasticly.
'What Zeke?!,' said Stan, laughing. Zeke frowned, and walked off. He went into the guys toilets, in search of Casey. he heard someone being kicked inside one of the stalls, the disabled one, Casey's stall. He went into a stall of his own, stood on the toilet, and looked over the door. To his surprise, instead of some football jock coming out, Mr Whiteside walked out, and calmly excited the room. Mr Whiteside had replaced Mr Furlong, who had quit his teaching job shortly after the alien incident. After he has left the room, Zeke exits his stall.
'Case, are you in there?,' he asks, knocking on the door of Casey's stall. Nothing, no reply. He tried to open the door, but Mr Whiteside had jammed it. 'Did he do it deliberately?' thourght Zeke, as he tried to force the door open. he yanked out a piece of wood that had been put in, jamming the door, and it swung open. Casey was lying on the floor, next to the toilet, and was bleeding. Zeke couldn't see what was making him bleed.
'Casey, are you ok?,' he asked. There was a slight moan, and Casey said:
'No, my side really hurts. Who are you?.' As he said the lst sentence, he went into defencive mode, and cowered into the corner.
'It's ok, it's me, Zeke.'
'Oh, hi Zeke,' said Casey, weakly, grasping his side. To Zeke's horror, as he pulled his hand away, he saw it was completely covered in blood.
'Sh!t!,' said Zeke, kneeling down bye Casey. 'What happened?.'
'Oh, I was in here as usual, someone came in, banged my head against the wall, and then, I guess he cut me with a knife or something, and then he kicked me in the ribs, and I blacked out, the you turned up, not a very long story,' said Casey, callapsing down to the ground in a heap.
'Come on, let's get you outa here!,' said Zeke, grabbing the now unconcious Casey off the floor, putting him on his back, and walking out of the bathrooms.Ok, this is my first attempt, I'd apreciate it if people reviewed, even if they think it's pathetic.
It was eight months after the original attack. Casey was back to being bullied, Delilah had dumped him, surprise surprise, and Zeke had quit the football team after three weeks. Stan and Stokely were still going strong, and were having thourghts of getting married. Zeke was still getting on well with Miss Burke, and they saw eachother almost every evening. Despite this, he still kept his image of the play-boy, tough-guy, but now he would hang out with Casey a lot.
It was the beggining of summer, coming up to the summer holidays. Zeke pulled up in his car, parked it in the car park, and got out. There were various students, and he scanned the area for people he knew. There was the football team, with their cheerleading girlfriends, Delilah amongst them, ahh, there were Stokely and Stan. Zeke walked over to them.
'Hey, what's up?,' he asked casualy, drawing a cigarette out of his pocket. He lit it, and took a deep puff.
'Hey, nothings up!,' she said, smiling at Stan. They kissed.
'Where's Case?,' said Zeke, letting a cloud of smoke escape his mouth.
'I haven't got a clue!,' said Stan, vaguely.
'I think I saw him dissapear off inside,' said Stokely. 'Oh, wait, that was that Arnold kid. The knew one.'
'Just what I needed to know Stokes!,' said Zeke, sarcasticly.
'What Zeke?!,' said Stan, laughing. Zeke frowned, and walked off. He went into the guys toilets, in search of Casey. he heard someone being kicked inside one of the stalls, the disabled one, Casey's stall. He went into a stall of his own, stood on the toilet, and looked over the door. To his surprise, instead of some football jock coming out, Mr Whiteside walked out, and calmly excited the room. Mr Whiteside had replaced Mr Furlong, who had quit his teaching job shortly after the alien incident. After he has left the room, Zeke exits his stall.
'Case, are you in there?,' he asks, knocking on the door of Casey's stall. Nothing, no reply. He tried to open the door, but Mr Whiteside had jammed it. 'Did he do it deliberately?' thourght Zeke, as he tried to force the door open. he yanked out a piece of wood that had been put in, jamming the door, and it swung open. Casey was lying on the floor, next to the toilet, and was bleeding. Zeke couldn't see what was making him bleed.
'Casey, are you ok?,' he asked. There was a slight moan, and Casey said:
'No, my side really hurts. Who are you?.' As he said the lst sentence, he went into defencive mode, and cowered into the corner.
'It's ok, it's me, Zeke.'
'Oh, hi Zeke,' said Casey, weakly, grasping his side. To Zeke's horror, as he pulled his hand away, he saw it was completely covered in blood.
'Sh!t!,' said Zeke, kneeling down bye Casey. 'What happened?.'
'Oh, I was in here as usual, someone came in, banged my head against the wall, and then, I guess he cut me with a knife or something, and then he kicked me in the ribs, and I blacked out, the you turned up, not a very long story,' said Casey, callapsing down to the ground in a heap.
'Come on, let's get you outa here!,' said Zeke, grabbing the now unconcious Casey off the floor, putting him on his back, and walking out of the bathrooms.