Madison Sinclair Is Dead

Chapter 2

A/N: Yeah I wrote this chapter a couple of times but I was really waiting to see if Meg would die or not.

The first day of school has never been so hard.

No, nobody is harassing me. I'm not looking over my shoulder for a friend. Instead I'm frantically looking for a class that starts in two minutes taught by a teacher who is notoriously wicked in a hall that does not exist. I've asked two people already where I could find Building 4D, classroom F.

"Miss Tandy?" the sorority girl asked. "Have fun with that."

The second boy… laughed.

Be an English Major, Shelly. You're really good at English, Shelly. Hearst has a great English program, Shelly. It's really the best campus around, Shelly.

I hate high school counselors. All they want is for students to get out of their hair. Unless, of course, they are counseling you on grief management by telling you to just "get over it"

Now I'm in High School Part Two. Everybody from Neptune High seems to go here. Everybody I had to pretend to be friends with last year. Everybody who secretly spoke behind my back, talking of how it was my fault my best friend died.

Hearst College: the best place to find frienemies.

Ahh! Building 4D. I always knew you existed, deep down inside. And with 54 seconds to go.

The classroom is small, packed wall to wall with two-seater desks. The only seat left is front row center, right in front of the desk of the sweet little old lady who is to be my teacher every Monday and Thursday from 10 am to 1 pm.

My eyes jet around the room. Eager faces with scared eyes look in my direction willing me to sit before the Beast Teacher they've all heard about bites my head off. In the back, a boy is already sleeping in his pathetic FratBoy Hawaiian Booze Cruiser shirt. I hate him already.

I sit down and look at the sweet lady- slash- Beast Teacher. Some annoying rumor spreading gossip girl must have told everybody that this lady was a monster after getting a less than satisfactory grade on her paper about "Jessica and the Cutest, Hottest Boy Who, Like, Totally Liked Her."

"Morning students," the sweet old lady says with her sweet old lady voice. "Welcome to Writing the Short Story. This class will not be as easy as it may have seemed in the course catalog."

Somebody audibly moans in the back of the class. I'll bet my tuition money that it was FratBoy.

Sweet, adorable, old lady ignores him completely. "I want to shape all of your young minds into sharp, clever writer. I want all of you children to be a success in life, and will expect nothing less. For the next six months, all of you will be amateurs and failures, but when you leave this classroom with a passing grade, you will have accomplished more than you could have ever imagined. So open up your minds and welcome to the beautiful world of college."

The people around me begin the clap. I join in. I force myself not to look behind to see if FratBoy has continued his BitchFest or if he has caved into peer pressure.

"I am Miss Tandy," sweet, adorable, genius old lady says. "Not Mrs.

"Not Ms.

"Miss."

Okay, so she's particular about her name. This means nothing. Less than nothing.

"And I will be your worst nightmare."

Huh? What happened to wanting us to be successful in life? Where did Sweet Old Lady go?

"I can already tell that most of you are unintelligent and lazy. This will change or you will drop my class. And nobody drops my class without my permission. Nobody."

Oh I get it. Demons exist and Sweet Old Lady has been possessed by Evil Cranky Witch.

"Now copy down the notes from the board. These will be your assignments for the next six months. I can and will add to them at my leisure. When you finish copying the notes, you may leave. I will not answer questions. I will not tolerate brown nosing. I will not be your friend. The due dates of the projects are on the board. There will be no late assignments from anybody. No excuses. I will assign your peer correction buddies. You may not and cannot change them. No excuses. Now get to work."

So this is what hell is like. Hmmm.

As I finish, so does the rest of the class. MISS "Devil" Tandy sit in her desk and knits a scarf for Rosemary's Baby while everybody tries to leave as quietly as possible, myself included.

"TOGA!" yells the soon to be dead FratBoy. I will kill him. I will rip out his throat. I will feed his remains to my dog.

I turn around. "Why do you have to be such a…. Dick?"

"Shelly?"

Kill me.