Chapter 2
Learning Something New
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! . . . Chris awoke to the sound of his alarm clock. "I hear you. I'm fucking awake! SHUT UP!" he smashed the button to stop the alarm and slowly rose. He blinked a few times and looked around his boring red room. He saw his boring wooden floors, his boring antique dresser, his boring forty year old t.v (that he needed to use pliers to turn on since the button had been pulled out), and he saw his, not boring, but all too familiar posters of various bands he listened to like Alexisonfire, The Used, Killswitch Engage, and many, many others. He got out of bed and grabbed a pair of baggy black pants and s hort sleeved t-shirt with no name or picture of any company on it (he didn't like to be a walking advertisement), and walked into the bathroom down the hall to take a shower. When he got out of the bathroom his hair was combed, his clothes were neat, his zits (as few as there were, they were still there) were popped, and his teeth pearly white. He went down stairs and greeted the rest of his family with a "G' morning." He threw a couple of Eggo waffles into the toaster and took out the syrup and put it on the table. POP! His waffles were done. He tossed them on a plate and walked to the table, took one bite and spit it back out with a disgusted look on his face. His sister looked at him and said, "How many times have I told you . . . brush your teeth AFTER breakfast . . . dumbshit." He gave her a sarcastic laugh and then flipped her the finger. He drank two glasses of water and the taste of toothpaste was, mostly, out of his mouth. He continued eating his breakfast and when he was done he packed his lunch, made his bag and left for school.
The bus ride was normal. Listening to his Avenged Sevenfold cd. One stop, two stops, next stop school. His first class was his worst class, religion. Waste of time if you asked him. He ended up losing interest about two minutes in. Looking out one of the numerous windows, he noticed a couple making out near the dumpsters. Since class was still in session they were relatively safe from the killjoy teachers wouldn't even let you hold hands. Suddenly a kid with long black hair jumped out from behind the dumpsters and grabbed the girl, he then pulled her into the shadows that the dumpsters cast. The guy stood there for about 5 seconds, then he finally started to run. Maybe he was running to get help, maybe he was just a coward, it didn't really matter to Chris, he just wanted to help the girl, especially if what was attacking her was what he thought it was. He, casually, raised his hand. "May I please go to the washroom?" he asked his bitch of a teacher politely. "If you must . . . " his teacher replied, obviously only saying so because she had to. He then walked out of the class.
Knock, knock, knock. "Tara?" BANG, BANG, BANG! "WHAT? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?" yelled tara back at her mother who was trying to get into her room. "Didn't I tell you to keep this door unlocked?" asked her mom. "Didn't I say NO!" replied Tara, getting impatient. She heard her mothers deep sigh. "Just get ready for school!" her mother quickly walked down the steps, Tara could tell she was mad with how heavy her steps were. She grabbed her untouched school bag, tossed it on her back and walked downstairs. She threw it on one of the chairs at the table and jogged to the bathroom where she pissed, brushed her teeth, and starred at her completely perfect complexion. She would think she was "hot" were it not for her low self-esteem. When she opened the bathroom door she found her mom standing in her path, holding her bag in her left hand and a piece of buttered toast in her right. "Your late, and have something to eat on your way to school," her mom said. Tara grabbed her bag, threw it on her back and stuck her tongue out at the piece of toast. "Eat it," her mom ordered. She reluctantly grabbed it and started walking towards the front door. She checked her watch and cursed her slowness. She quickly put the toast down so she could put on her headphones for her MP3 player. She pressed play and Seether started blasting in her ears. She put her hand on the doorknob and her mom stopped her. " . . . not that easily," was all Tara caught form her mom as she handed the toast to her. Tara plucked it out of her mom's opening hand and opened the door. She walked out and her mom closed the door behind her. "Here birdy, birdy, birdy," Tara said and threw the toast into the bushes. She could see the back of the school form her house. She started walking. Would it really matter if she was five minutes late?
When she got there, she decided to go in the back entrance since it was closer. She was looking around to see if she was the only one that was late when she noticed a guy forcing himself on a girl. "Guys are such ass-holes," she said to herself and started jogging towards them, "GET OFF OF HER YOU JACK-ASS!" The guy ignored her. As she was jogging, another guy with short black hair wearing plain black clothes bolted past her. She slowed to a walk and was stunned by the speed this guy was going at. "Holy crap . . . " she whispered to herself. When he was about ten feet away he slowed down and reached down to his ankle where he grabbed a knife. "What the hell?" she whispered and started running again. The guy with short hair walked up behind the guy that was assaulting the girl . . . and stabbed him in the back.
Chris ran through the halls and jumped down the two flights of stairs as he headed towards the back exit of the school. He smashed the doors open and sprinted towards the girl, who was surprisingly still struggling. "Why didn't he bite her yet?" he thought to himself. He saw a girl jogging towards the couple also, he made sure to get there first. When he was about three and a half yards away he reached down to grab his silver dagger that5 he had with him at all times, incase something like his happened. He walked up behind the struggling duo. He was expecting it to sense him and turn to attack, but the guy just kept toying with the girl. "You gay noob's sicken me," he said to the guy and stabbed him in the back. His body quickly turned to ash, spreading form the point of entry. When nothing but clothes remained he helped the girl up. She was very shaken and she wondered what had just happened to her attacker, but she would make it through the day. "Are you okay?" he asked the girl. She nodded her head, "what happened?" "You were attacked," he answered. When she turned around to verify her surroundings he quickly grabbed the clothes left behind form the predator. A small pile of dust, the remains of the guy, fell from inside. He kicked the dust around and it quickly disappeared. She started turning back around and he tossed the clothes into the dumpsters. "Attacked by who . . . or what?"