*Hey everybody. Sorry about how long it's taken me to update. I've been so
busy and high school's a bitch in real life. I'll never take biology again.
Anyway. I've discovered a new subculture and I've decided to incorperate it
into my story. Also, I've decided to parody more than just one 1980's movie
in this story. I hope you enjoy*
Chapter 5
A new face in the crowd
I couldn't believe how cheap our school was! The snack machines were never out of order before this. This was an insult! An abomination! A travesty!
Bruce looked at me kinda' worried looking. Really, I think he was still thinking about Leah Dunver. "Dude, what are we going to do?" he asked.
"I'll tell ya' what we'll do. We're going to get something to eat." I walked over to the machine and kicked the glass in with my boot. Now, if the school had of had surveillance cameras, there would have been no way in hell I would have done that. But, under the given circumstances, the machine was fair game. With a loud "Crash!", snacks and drink cans flowed out onto the floor from the machine's gaping wound. Me and Bruce scooped up as much up off the floor as we could carry and hauled for bear to the boys room.
The school bathrooms were pretty nice, as far school bathrooms go. It had white tile floors with black stalls. The walls were tiled as well in a black and white checker pattern. They always reminded me of Randall's shoes. Me and Bruce ran into two adjacent stalls to eat.
We spent the remainder of first period eating and drinking in two of the stalls. Let me tell you, never try to sit on the lid of a toilet. It will give you a mother of an ass ache.
"Hey, Bruce?"
"Yeah, man?" Suddenly, I heard the sound of a match striking something. Within seconds, the strong smell of pine wafted onto my tongue, and a load of smoke was rising out of the stall next to me. Bruce always carried around "a little something extra", as he so aptly put it, in case of emergencies.
"You still want to catch a movie after school, man?" Whatever he was smoking, it was pretty good. And pretty strong, too. I was starting to get a buzz just from the smoke. I remember, it had a hint of pineapple in it. It was probably Maui Wowy. That type of stuff was smuggled in especially from Hawaii in the human world. It came in cans disguised as confectionary coconut.
"Sure." He took another hit. "Hey, you got another twinkie over there?"
I grinned. "Sure, just a sec." I passed him a twinkie under the wall of the stall.
"Hey, dude, you want a hit?" Bruce asked.
"Sure, but just one. Okay?" I said. Bruce's hand appeared under the stall and handed me the joint. "Thanks."
"Yerwelcom," he mumbled.
I took a drag. It was pretty good. It even tasted like pineapple. It was just as you would thin Hawaii would tast like, if you could smoke it. I opened up a can of soda and grabbed a cookie. I thought to myself, "Funny thing about some cookies. They're wrapped in the thinnest plastic, yet it takes a Sherman tank to get em' opened." I laughed to myself after arriving upon this thought. By the time I got the cookie in my mouth, I had finished my soda and the second period bell had started ringing.
"Shiff!" I yelled with a mouthful of cookie.
We both came running out of the stalls with are arms full of empty wrappers and a half smoked joint clenched in my teeth. Bruce was so out of it by this point, he tripped and fell flat on his face. Cady wrappers and cans went everywhere. I dumped all of my trash, including the weed in the trash can and ran back to Bruce to help him up.
"Thanks, man," he said while picking up his garbage. After he threw it all away, we both ran back to Crawfish's room to get our stuff.
After getting our books, we headed for next period, which unfortunately excluded Bruce. None of my friends were in second period. It sucked, and for obvious reasons.
Second period was Mr. Snaders class. Mr. Sanders was a smaller monster than most. He resembled a green, furry banana in a Hawaiian shirt. He wore thick classes and little brown loafers. He ran the journalism department of Monstropolis High School. And so of course, this meant I was on the school paper. I know that sounds nerdy, but it's an easy "A".
The only problem with this class was the Sullivan was in it, so was every Prep that was acquainted with him, that you could imagine. You know the crowd. They wore polo shirts, kakis, sweaters tied around their necks, and little satin jackets. They're parents had money and so they acted like it was all their money. They drove their daddies' sports cars and made every "poor person", as they put it, miserable. In other words, if you weren't just like them, then they tried their damndest to make your life a living hell.
Sullivan and his posse all sat at the front of the room. I myself, sat in the back. But, that meant walking the gauntlet through the Sullivan mob to the back. Every time, I'd have to endure their taunts and sarcasms. "That leather jacket doesn't look good on you. Maybe you should wear snakeskin." Or "Nice boots. I REALLY like them. Did they sell men's clothes where you bought them?"
I'd just smile at them and one of my boots would "accidentally" hook on the back packs and books and paper would go flying all over the place. I'd just keep smiling and say, "Oops. I'm sorry. Maybe if you wouldn't leave it out there, maybe my boots wouldn't catch on them." Then, in a patronizing tone, I say, "Try not to let it happen again."
Anyway, today was no different. Things went right according to schedule, and I reached my seat with minor resistance. That's when I discovered that this class was going to be different from last time I was in this class. A girl walked in. She looked like no monster I had ever seen. If I hadn't have been as smart as I was, I would have thought this was a human. She looked just like one. Except that her skin was as white as marble and she had jet black lips, finger nails, and black rings around her eyes. In fact, everything about her, except her skin, was black. She was tall and thin, with long hair. She was wearing tight, black pants and what I can only describe as a corset type shirt. Over that she had on a long black coat and high heeled boots. She was drop-dead gorgeous.
All thoughts of Susan were pushed out of my mind as she continued to walk into the room. From up front I could hear wolf whistles and obscene cat calls. One of Sullivan's friends tried to slap her on the ass as she walked by. She turned around and smiled at him like she wanted him right then and there. I thought, "Oh man, what a slut!"
Then, with a sickening "Puttch!" she punched him square in the face. It looked like her fist was imbedded in his face.
He went flying out of his desk onto the floor and she continued walking toward the back of the class. Absolute silenced fallowed her every move.
As luck would have it, the only empty seat in the room was situated next to yours truly. Gracefully, she walked to the seat and sat down. Her coat flowed behind her like a delicate flag in a breeze. She looked over at me and smiled. "Hi." As she spoke, her lips exposed two long fangs. She resembled what humans call "Vampyre".Damn, she was gorgeous!
"Um, hi," I said. "I'm Val. What's your name?"
She smiled her vampire smile and said, "I'm Kim. It's nice to meet you." She extended her thin, white hand. I reached out and shook it with my own.
Meanwhile, upfront, Sullivan's "lucky" friend was just climbing back into his desk rubbing his jaw, when Mr. Snaders walked in. "Mr. Lucky" had the imprints of Kim's rings engraved in his forehead.
"Attention students!" He began, "We have a new student with us today." He straightened his shirt and pointed toward the back of the class, "This is Kim Boggs." This cause a calamitous uproar of whispers and gossiping.
It echoed in my head, "Kim kim kim im im Boggs boggs oggs oggs" It wouldn't stop echoing. "Hold the phone! Did he just say what I think he just said??" I thought to myself. I was in a state of shock. I couldn't move. I couldn't feel any of my legs. "There's no way he just said what I think he just said? There's no wa."
Just then, the fire alarm started ringing. Everybody jumped up from their seats and hit the door. Outside the halls were crowded with two things, the students and teachers from the school, and smoke, lots and lots of smoke. The fire alarm was blaring to a point that as you walked past it, you lost your hearing for at least thirty seconds. It was total chaos. Even better, it was anarchy! In the heat of the moment I screamed, "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!" This made everybody go insane. People were clawing and trying to climb over each other. People were being pushed thru walls. An entire row of lockers was ripped off of the wall. It was the greatest spectacle I had ever seen!
Finally, we got outside onto the campus grounds. Smoke was lightly pouring out of the windows of the school. Unfortunately, I couldn't see any real flames. So, unfortunately, I anticipated that school would not be out indefinitely. I looked over at Kim and said, "We gotta' talk. Okay."
"Um, sure," she said, looking at me through a pair of thin, black sunglasses that she had put on without me noticing.
"Come on." I grabbed her by the arm and started walking. We both sneaked out of the crowd and into the trees that lined the grounds.
*I hope you enjoyed this new chapter. I plan to start updating more often now. Also, please, after you're done reading, please write a review, or you can just drop me a line. Thanks a bunch.*
Chapter 5
A new face in the crowd
I couldn't believe how cheap our school was! The snack machines were never out of order before this. This was an insult! An abomination! A travesty!
Bruce looked at me kinda' worried looking. Really, I think he was still thinking about Leah Dunver. "Dude, what are we going to do?" he asked.
"I'll tell ya' what we'll do. We're going to get something to eat." I walked over to the machine and kicked the glass in with my boot. Now, if the school had of had surveillance cameras, there would have been no way in hell I would have done that. But, under the given circumstances, the machine was fair game. With a loud "Crash!", snacks and drink cans flowed out onto the floor from the machine's gaping wound. Me and Bruce scooped up as much up off the floor as we could carry and hauled for bear to the boys room.
The school bathrooms were pretty nice, as far school bathrooms go. It had white tile floors with black stalls. The walls were tiled as well in a black and white checker pattern. They always reminded me of Randall's shoes. Me and Bruce ran into two adjacent stalls to eat.
We spent the remainder of first period eating and drinking in two of the stalls. Let me tell you, never try to sit on the lid of a toilet. It will give you a mother of an ass ache.
"Hey, Bruce?"
"Yeah, man?" Suddenly, I heard the sound of a match striking something. Within seconds, the strong smell of pine wafted onto my tongue, and a load of smoke was rising out of the stall next to me. Bruce always carried around "a little something extra", as he so aptly put it, in case of emergencies.
"You still want to catch a movie after school, man?" Whatever he was smoking, it was pretty good. And pretty strong, too. I was starting to get a buzz just from the smoke. I remember, it had a hint of pineapple in it. It was probably Maui Wowy. That type of stuff was smuggled in especially from Hawaii in the human world. It came in cans disguised as confectionary coconut.
"Sure." He took another hit. "Hey, you got another twinkie over there?"
I grinned. "Sure, just a sec." I passed him a twinkie under the wall of the stall.
"Hey, dude, you want a hit?" Bruce asked.
"Sure, but just one. Okay?" I said. Bruce's hand appeared under the stall and handed me the joint. "Thanks."
"Yerwelcom," he mumbled.
I took a drag. It was pretty good. It even tasted like pineapple. It was just as you would thin Hawaii would tast like, if you could smoke it. I opened up a can of soda and grabbed a cookie. I thought to myself, "Funny thing about some cookies. They're wrapped in the thinnest plastic, yet it takes a Sherman tank to get em' opened." I laughed to myself after arriving upon this thought. By the time I got the cookie in my mouth, I had finished my soda and the second period bell had started ringing.
"Shiff!" I yelled with a mouthful of cookie.
We both came running out of the stalls with are arms full of empty wrappers and a half smoked joint clenched in my teeth. Bruce was so out of it by this point, he tripped and fell flat on his face. Cady wrappers and cans went everywhere. I dumped all of my trash, including the weed in the trash can and ran back to Bruce to help him up.
"Thanks, man," he said while picking up his garbage. After he threw it all away, we both ran back to Crawfish's room to get our stuff.
After getting our books, we headed for next period, which unfortunately excluded Bruce. None of my friends were in second period. It sucked, and for obvious reasons.
Second period was Mr. Snaders class. Mr. Sanders was a smaller monster than most. He resembled a green, furry banana in a Hawaiian shirt. He wore thick classes and little brown loafers. He ran the journalism department of Monstropolis High School. And so of course, this meant I was on the school paper. I know that sounds nerdy, but it's an easy "A".
The only problem with this class was the Sullivan was in it, so was every Prep that was acquainted with him, that you could imagine. You know the crowd. They wore polo shirts, kakis, sweaters tied around their necks, and little satin jackets. They're parents had money and so they acted like it was all their money. They drove their daddies' sports cars and made every "poor person", as they put it, miserable. In other words, if you weren't just like them, then they tried their damndest to make your life a living hell.
Sullivan and his posse all sat at the front of the room. I myself, sat in the back. But, that meant walking the gauntlet through the Sullivan mob to the back. Every time, I'd have to endure their taunts and sarcasms. "That leather jacket doesn't look good on you. Maybe you should wear snakeskin." Or "Nice boots. I REALLY like them. Did they sell men's clothes where you bought them?"
I'd just smile at them and one of my boots would "accidentally" hook on the back packs and books and paper would go flying all over the place. I'd just keep smiling and say, "Oops. I'm sorry. Maybe if you wouldn't leave it out there, maybe my boots wouldn't catch on them." Then, in a patronizing tone, I say, "Try not to let it happen again."
Anyway, today was no different. Things went right according to schedule, and I reached my seat with minor resistance. That's when I discovered that this class was going to be different from last time I was in this class. A girl walked in. She looked like no monster I had ever seen. If I hadn't have been as smart as I was, I would have thought this was a human. She looked just like one. Except that her skin was as white as marble and she had jet black lips, finger nails, and black rings around her eyes. In fact, everything about her, except her skin, was black. She was tall and thin, with long hair. She was wearing tight, black pants and what I can only describe as a corset type shirt. Over that she had on a long black coat and high heeled boots. She was drop-dead gorgeous.
All thoughts of Susan were pushed out of my mind as she continued to walk into the room. From up front I could hear wolf whistles and obscene cat calls. One of Sullivan's friends tried to slap her on the ass as she walked by. She turned around and smiled at him like she wanted him right then and there. I thought, "Oh man, what a slut!"
Then, with a sickening "Puttch!" she punched him square in the face. It looked like her fist was imbedded in his face.
He went flying out of his desk onto the floor and she continued walking toward the back of the class. Absolute silenced fallowed her every move.
As luck would have it, the only empty seat in the room was situated next to yours truly. Gracefully, she walked to the seat and sat down. Her coat flowed behind her like a delicate flag in a breeze. She looked over at me and smiled. "Hi." As she spoke, her lips exposed two long fangs. She resembled what humans call "Vampyre".Damn, she was gorgeous!
"Um, hi," I said. "I'm Val. What's your name?"
She smiled her vampire smile and said, "I'm Kim. It's nice to meet you." She extended her thin, white hand. I reached out and shook it with my own.
Meanwhile, upfront, Sullivan's "lucky" friend was just climbing back into his desk rubbing his jaw, when Mr. Snaders walked in. "Mr. Lucky" had the imprints of Kim's rings engraved in his forehead.
"Attention students!" He began, "We have a new student with us today." He straightened his shirt and pointed toward the back of the class, "This is Kim Boggs." This cause a calamitous uproar of whispers and gossiping.
It echoed in my head, "Kim kim kim im im Boggs boggs oggs oggs" It wouldn't stop echoing. "Hold the phone! Did he just say what I think he just said??" I thought to myself. I was in a state of shock. I couldn't move. I couldn't feel any of my legs. "There's no way he just said what I think he just said? There's no wa."
Just then, the fire alarm started ringing. Everybody jumped up from their seats and hit the door. Outside the halls were crowded with two things, the students and teachers from the school, and smoke, lots and lots of smoke. The fire alarm was blaring to a point that as you walked past it, you lost your hearing for at least thirty seconds. It was total chaos. Even better, it was anarchy! In the heat of the moment I screamed, "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!" This made everybody go insane. People were clawing and trying to climb over each other. People were being pushed thru walls. An entire row of lockers was ripped off of the wall. It was the greatest spectacle I had ever seen!
Finally, we got outside onto the campus grounds. Smoke was lightly pouring out of the windows of the school. Unfortunately, I couldn't see any real flames. So, unfortunately, I anticipated that school would not be out indefinitely. I looked over at Kim and said, "We gotta' talk. Okay."
"Um, sure," she said, looking at me through a pair of thin, black sunglasses that she had put on without me noticing.
"Come on." I grabbed her by the arm and started walking. We both sneaked out of the crowd and into the trees that lined the grounds.
*I hope you enjoyed this new chapter. I plan to start updating more often now. Also, please, after you're done reading, please write a review, or you can just drop me a line. Thanks a bunch.*