Chapter Four:

Here's the fourth chapter where we start introducing some original characters! I hope you all enjoy. This chapter may be small, but I promise that the next should be longer...hopefully. I really want every chapter to be 2,000 words long, atleast, so I might make it...then you may presume to ignore this part.

"Alright, this is my big chance. Don't you go and blow it for me, got it?" Morton warned himself, mainly his old self, really. It had been acting up too much for him the past couple days.
It was the next morning and he was getting prepared for the interview. He had taken out his best clothes which weren't much more decent than his everyday ones, but it would have to do. He even had a little sample of cologne that he was currently wearing with his now neat hair.
There he stood in the doorway of the bathroom, wearing in his favorite old robe, giving himself a pep talk. Sure, some people would say it's pretty gay, but that morning he needed it.
"You can do this...I can do this. We can do this if you just work with me for simply one day," Morton was almost begging the kinder side of him. He really needed this job to make everything work out great, so he could really pull through the job.
After changing into his outfit for the day, he straightened out the color of the shirt and grabbed his keys. Walking out the door, he took a deep breath...he was ready.

He was finally there, and extremely proud. Mort had successfully gotten to the High School without any problems. Walking through the front door, he saw a room with class windows all around it, and he guessed that it was the office...and it ended up being a very wise "premonition" of a sort.
Opening up the wooden door that led into that room, he walked in just in time to hear, "Would Raven Dreams, Cordelia Summers, and Chrysanthemum Johansen please come to the office?" called out over the loudspeaker.
"Er...hi. I'm supposed to be here for an interview?" Morton called out to the secretary who had just set down the phone, which is used for the intercom.
At first she has a puzzled look on her face, then comprehension dawned on her.
"Yes, yes of course. I'll be with you in just a minute...have some students to attend to," she told him, her face grim.
After a while, three girls in a group came trooping into the office, laughing. Even so, when they had taken one look at the secretary's face, they immediately changed it to one of innocence.
"What did you want, Lauri?" a girl with long black hair in a ponytail asked.
The secretary, apparently named Lauri, sighed deeply. "Raven, you guys now very well what you did. I don't care what the excuse was this time. You had no reason to let those lizards loose in the boys' locker room."
"Actually, they were salamanders," Raven couldn't help but point out.
"You know what, I think you guys have been warned enough times," she trailed off.
"What are you going to do?" asked another girl.
"Fear...what a name...you will all be suspended from the next games...volleyball and football," she glared intently Raven and the last girl.
Every single one of the girls spluttered in protest.
"But...we've got to play! It's homecoming!" Raven yelled.
"I very well know what it is, and even though you guys may actually play starters, I don't even see myself why there should be two girls on the football team. In my day, there was no such thing as that," Lauri shook her head.
"In her day," Morton heard the last girl hiss. "There wasn't even any football in her day, unless the dinosaurs had decided to go about kicking rocks."
The three of them snickered.
"What was that, Chrysanthemum?" Lauri inquired.
Chrysanthemum groaned. "Don't call me that! It's Chrys! And all I said was that we need to play in the games. You know we keep our grades up, that's how me and Raven can balance football and volleyball! We'll do anything!"
"Yes, anything!" Fear agreed.
"Detention," Chrys suggested.
"Suspension," Fear shrugged after her.
"Lunch duty?" Raven asked, the first thing that came to her mind. ((Yes, right about now in the movies, it would flash to the three of them currently serving slop not fit for farm animals onto trays of students laughing at their hairnets when the popular guys come in and Chrys and Fear groan and glare at Raven, and she shrugs and apologizes endlessly...but this is based off of Morton's POV, so no.))
"That sounds like a great idea," Lauri nodded in evil-like approval. "Sounds like you've got yourself a deal."
Both of the other girls groaned and slapped their own foreheads while moaning, "Raven!"
"Oh, don't just yell at her. I was only talking about her suggestion. You're getting them all. Two day in school suspension, a week of detention, and lunch duty for three weeks. Now will this ever happen again?" Lauri asked, lowering her glasses.
"No, it won't," Fear sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Good, then off you go. I'll send you with a pass, lunch hour is about to begin. Tell them the story why I pray for their safety," Lauri shuddered and waited for them to leave. When they finally had, she turned back to Morton.
"So sorry you had to see that. I mean it...they act as though they are...what were those characters from Harry Potter?"
"Er...Fred and George?" Morton shrugged. He had just recently read the books.
"Yes, exactly. Well, are you ready to get started?" she asked him while he nodded in reply.
"Alright, then come right this way. You will be speaking to the principle, Mr. Nowak. His office is right over here," she indicated a room next to them, it really wasn't far from where they stood.
As they walked over to the door, Lauri knocked and waited till she heard a call from inside and she opened the door.
Inside the room sat a man, looking as though he was in his mid forties, with a bald stripe down the middle of his head in a straight line.
"Hello, you must be Mr. Shooter. I'm Mr. Nowak," Mr. Nowak said, sticking out his hand.
Morton shook the man's hand and nodded.
"Well, this should be good. So far I would think that you could be quite a great addition to our staff, and goodness knows we could use some shiny new faces," the principal grinned.
Morton whispered under his breath, "You mean shiny foreheads." It looked as though Mr. Nowak had just added quite a bit of Crisco to is forehead to make it shine like that.
"Alright, then. We'll begin with the standard test. It's just an ordinary interview, as though applying at the local deli. First of all, what instrument do you play?"
"Er, the trombone, sir," Mort answered.
"Good, good. And what about gym? Where did you get most of your experience from?" Mr. Nowak asked.
"I was on the football and basketball team. I was on Varsity since Freshman year for Basketball, and sophomore year on up for football, but I did play for Varsity in my Freshman year."
"Good, good...so, I see we've got this part through with, but before that, I must ask. How well do you get along with kids? Are you more of a, 'One more move and you're in detention,' or a coddler, just for the record."
"Well, let's just say I'm in between, shall we?" Mort winked a little bit.
Mr. Nowak chuckled. "Yes, of course. Now, I have seen a record of your college degrees, but I need you to sign a couple of papers."
Before he could stop himself, Morton sighed rather loudly. He had seen enough papers with things such as Name: or Phone #:.
Detecting that his candidate for applications was feeling quite uncomfortable about the papers that needed to be filled out, he added quickly, "Don't worry, it's only two sheets. Not much writing at all. I swear to my death on a holy grave."
Morton sighed once again, but from relief. He could breath again and wouldn't wake up the next morning with his wrist feeling as though it had been continuously hit with a frying pan. Then it dawned on him the last part of Mr. Nowak's statement, and he couldn't help but grin. 'It would be my pleasure to help you with your promise,' he thought to himself, smirking terribly now.
After he had managed to scribble his name and address, medicine, health problems, etc. that he had to write down, he set down the Wells Fargo pen he was using and laid the two sheets of papers neatly in front of Mr. Nowak, but after neatly shuffling them together as they should be.
"Why, you are quite a miraculous man, all these things you've done," Mr. Nowak nodded his head, impressed.
"Some people even say they think I have Multiple Personalities...and that with my cooking it means that one of them is a girl," he couldn't help but say. Sure, the girl part was far from true, but the rest he told straight cold hard truth.
Mr. Nowak chuckled heartily. "Young man, you seem to act as though you would be a marvelous edition to our faculty. If you would truly be able to do all of these things you have done in the past, I assure you that you will get along just fine. All you need to do is sign a small contract, only five pages, which I daresay must have been smaller than your reapplications for your degree and birth certificate, what was that, a couple hundred pages and counting?"
"Who told you I needed to redo my degree and birth certificate?" Morton asked suspiciously.
"Oh, I was just called by the City Board, and they were just letting me know about the certification of your application to make sure it was authentic," Mr. Nowak waved the question aside. "Standard procedure, you understand, right?"
"Yeah, sure," Morton shrugged before rolling his eyes slightly. This man was just too weird, even too weird for himself.
"Alright, then. Well, here are the forms and it was nice meeting you," Mr. Nowak nodded to him, shaking his hand. "You can start working tomorrow if you have the forms completed and handed into me or Lauri, who will most likely be inside the office.
"Yes, alright, sir. Thank you very much," Morton grinned and answered excitedly. He felt like an eight year old at Christmas, only instead of opening gifts, he was going to be destroying lives. And to him, that seemed much better.
Picking up the papers that was left to him, he stood up and walked out of the door, nodding at Lauri who seemed to be currently tending to a boy who looked as though a ball point pen had exploded in his mouth. There was blue ink from inside his mouth dribbling down his chin onto the counter, and he saw that Lauri wasn't too happy about it.
Walking out of the office, then back out the front doors to the parking lot, he took a deep breath of fresh air and sighed. This was one of the best days of his life. Everything was going his way. He would have his job. He would get his murders. And he would get his story. It just all work together so smoothly, and he knew that could easily and successful destroy each and every one of the children's lives, slowly but surely. It wouldn't take that long, the getting out there and doing it part. The more complicating procedure would be the whole planning area. How many ideas out there could there be on how to ruin all those teens' lives in so many different ways? Sure, if anyone could figure out, it would be him. Of course any award-winning author would be able to successfully scare the stockings off of all the teenagers in the school. Heck, all of the teenagers in the world! The only problem was that he needed to come up with a unique and horrifying way to terrorize the children. It had to be entirely different, every single one of them. If it wasn't, then what was the point? Writing about the same thing over and over again would be bad writing. And there can be no bad writing.

A/N: Alright, after a small delay, there is my fourth chapter. What do you all think? I will be introducing everyone soon enough. Well, ta! R/R!