And now Chapter 5, also, reviews... um, thanks... I guess. Anyway I still own nothing of the South Park universe.
Chapter 5
I looked in desperation on where I'd be attempting to learn for the next hour. The room defined the word dull, we sat in tables big enough to fit two in around three identical rows of five tables from one side of the room to the other, moving down . As well as that, the room itself was horribly bland with grey; un-decorated, militaristic walls that made this place seem more like a prison than a classroom. At the front of the room was a main desk for the teacher, holding several books, spare paper, pens and other such things. In the corner of the room was a fat TV screen, supported on the wall by a dusty wooden shelf that looked as secure as fine china. Connected to the TV was an ancient VHS/DVD player. Unfortunately, not only did I have to sit next to the child that would ruin someone's life over something as petty as disagreeing with him, no, it had to be in the lesson that he spreads his goddamned propaganda that only served to irritate anyone listening.
The room smelled damp, like a flood had recently rushed through there, and it reminded me of dead fish. The stench was nothing new, it always had a foul odour, fitting the deceased ascetics that seemed to coat the room. I guess it fit with the subject matter death always reeked in history, or at least that was the main thing that you were taught, wars, slaughters, murderers, everything was about death, nothing was light, only a horribly bland grey.
With a sigh I trudged over to my seat. It was in the first row third table wedged between Eric and the depressing wall. Staring at the empty teachers' desk, waiting and hoping that she would have inexplicably vanished and I would not have to spend a lesson hearing Eric prattle on about his psychotic, genocideal, ideologies.
I glared at the old woman as she stumbled through the door holding too many things in her arms (laptop, books ect) with mutters of "sorry I'm late" and such.
She was an older woman in her mid seventies, with black dyed hair that should have been entirely gray, the hair itself seemed completely grease covered; wrinkles covered her pointed, crow like face, a large mole was stationed next to a crude, frowning mouth that displayed an almost permanent look of anger. The fact that she was still working impressed me but even though she did go to work she hardly actually put any effort into preparing the lesson. She scanned around the classroom, swiftly and calculating. She wore a black blazer that seemed to hold as much grime as her hair and an overly short skirt that almost displayed her privets to the world, she was worse than some of the girls of the school, at least in provocative dress sense. The elder teacher plastered a hefty amount of makeup on her face, as if she was attempting to give the illusion of seeming younger than she was but her ageingface told otherwise.
She dropped the items in her hands carelessly onto her desk at the front of the room and closed the door. As the door slowly closed and clinked to a shut, echoing throughout the silent room as if it were a cave, she turned quickly towards the class.
"well, once again we're going keep learning about the Holocaust" she said in her gravelly voice, which sounded more like a birds cry than a person's speech.
"What is it specifically that we are learning today Miss Averon, please" Cartman said in a sickeningly polite voice that shone like the sun with queer perverse glee. 'Of course he would be overjoyed' I thought staring daggers at him at the side of my vision.
Looking down at him from the other end of the room with an off placed smile on her crude features she cawed "well Eric, were going to learn of how the Nazis rose to power and killed the Jews."
In one, curious glance to see Eric's reaction I saw a horrible Cheshire smile plastered on his pudgy face. I shuddered at his insane pleasure and focused on the teacher, her own look was not much of a trade though. She presented a VHS that was riddled with brown stains and a label placed over the original title with illegible writing on with the only indication of its subject matter being a swastika on the edge of the label. As the video was inserted to the player it made some unhealthy clunk like sounds and the TV screen burst to life with surprising energy, to static that lasted a full minuet until the video itself started.
The quality of the video was abysmal; it seemed as if the video itself had been played over a thousand times. There were two prominent static bars at the top and bottom with the still visible video in the centre being very grainy.
It started with a slide show of corpses and a narrator speaking of the atrocities done to attempt the genocide of the Jewish. I could virtually hear the overjoyed squeals and moans of pleasure by Eric as the narrator went into morbid detail about methods of mass annihilation, I only paid it a small amount of attention. There was no real point in watching it; Eric had already preached of every and any way the Nazis killed in order to frighten the school with his knowledge, so the need pay attention was minimal at best. In my half-watching I noticed that the video had went into static for a brief moment then the video continued, yet another display of why this school was rotting like an old apple.
It seemed that I was the luckiest guy on earth as Eric kept his attention directed solely on the screen through the hour long session of pointlessness. I don't even know why he found it interesting, probably because it depicted his most intimate fantasies, but there was no reason to learn from it, even by a solely history standpoint, he already showed that he knew every small detail about how to commit genocide. Eventually the bell went once again and with a sigh of relief I lagged out the door, last, like always.
As I walked through the hallways, keeping behind a larger group so I could not be noticed, I was put to a halt by a hand on my shoulder that scared me out of my skin. Quickly spinning to see who my assailant was, I only saw the shivering form of Tweek. The coffee addict had not changed much in the years, still wearing messy clothes with rugged, un-brushed, light blond hair, standing with a slightly slouched foreword pose and shaking as f he was in arctic, he looked me in the eyes with his strangely bright blue ones. The only thing that had really changed was that he had stopped screaming about 'pressure' but the payoff wan an incessant stuttering.
"H-h-hey, s-sorry f-for what Craig did to y-you, ya-ya know h-he really didn't mean anything b-b-by it, right?"
I revealed the warmest smile I could fake at his words, they were probably not true in reality but they comforted me slightly. "I understand 'ol chap, he was probably wound up, I understand" I said, nodding at him.
He gave a small smile "t-thanks, i-I'll tell him off f-f-for you" he paused for a small moment "h-hay, what's the new guy l-like, you seem to be g-getting along qui-quickly"
"Yep, were gettin' along just fine, anyway... I'd think we should get to the next lesson" I said, I didn't mind his company but I didn't want to be noticed by his friends, he was nice to talk to, they weren't.
He nodded "s-s-sure, l-let's go" and he began walking silently down the corridor. Tweak had been one of the people who would genuinely sit down and talk with me; on many occasions he had stopped me from going mental and trying to harm someone, probably saved my life, if I had acted I would have been the one to go down. He wasn't really my friend, he mostly stayed with his group and when he'd converse with me it would be only for a few minutes or so, I think the longest conversation we held was for about half an hour. They were no long and emotion filled conversations but they were enough to keep me going and I thanked him for that. To be frank, he was a nice chap, somewhat paranoid, but nice.
We made our way towards forth period (I had Spanish) silently until we parted without a word. I had no idea what Tweek had, I really paid no attention to what other people had for lessons, and there was no real reason to.
The languages area of the school was a colourful one, with multi coloured lockers and words like 'hello' plastered around the walls in several different dialects. Populating the area were two lines of students, one towards French and the other towards Spanish, thank god that the was no German, I didn't want to see Eric for two periods in a row, even if it was only for a few minutes of time. We were slowly filtered into the class; I was sat in the front of the room in between two other class mates that I did not know well.
I had chosen Spanish instead of French in order to lessen the mocking but I was still insulted for not choosing French as "I was the Frenchman, why would I not pick a language I already knew." I couldn't get away with anything in this place without having someone attack me.
I was kept alone in the class as my teacher (an upbeat French woman who was fluent in Spanish, English and French so the learning part of the lesson was not hard.) throughout the lesson I spoke not once, I kept my head down and wrote what the teacher instructed us too. The lesson was quite boring as I learnt nothing in particular; I had already known the phrases and tenses she had been attempting to teach us so I had nothing to do.
The class ended with a silent walk, that surprised me immensely, the people who had chose Spanish were normally the ones who had nothing else to choose.
I waited until the others had riffled through the block and I was left alone once again to continue my senseless wandering in silence. I simply waited out lunch; there was nothing better to do.
Eventually I found myself inside the cafeteria, the building was stuffed with teenagers of an abundance of ages, it was split in two areas a large dining hall littered with tables and a kitchen/shop to buy lunch. The single room had a low golden glow due to a conjunction of the lighting and the rays of sunlight that shone through windows on the higher area of the cream walls. A humid stuffiness filled the room that gave an itch to my skin that quickly became irritant to the touch of my clothes.
Frowning at my pointless reason to enter the overcrowded room I quickly turned to leave but was interrupted by a hand turning me back around. I slowly staggered as my vision dizzied at the sudden movement. Eventually I managed to gain a slight bearing of my surroundings and in front of me I saw the tall, black covered, pale figure of Damien towering over me with crossed arms and a flat look engraved on his face, staring at me.
"You ok?" he asked, I looked at him with still slightly dazed eyes. Behind him I saw Eric and his cronies behind Damien, Eric with crossed arms and a look of disappointment and his worshippers dumbfounded. 'What happened' I thought with a quick raised eyebrow at behind him but I instantly turned my attention back to Damien.
"I'm fine, thank you, what was it you-"
"Cool, let's go" he said sharply, cutting me of, than he wrapped one arm around my front and virtually dragged me outside of the large brick building, into the overpowering, blue cold of the abandoned outside.
Once we had left the building he moved to the side of it, led onto the plastered wall and gave a large exhale of breath. What on earth had happened? What had he said to Eric? I dearly hoped that he hadn't got onto his bad side.
"Thanks for appearing when you did, I don't think I could handle another minuet with that gluttonous bastard child"
"Not a problem. But- wait, I thought you liked sin?" I asked, confused by his words.
He gave glance to me and voiced a light chuckle. "Ah, Philip... I indulge sin but even I have limits, people like the gluttonous one, Eric, was that his name? Are disgusting whores to me. I work to help myself as long as no one undeserving of harm, is harmed. He is a pathetic cur to existence and it is his own stupidity and Self-deceit that will earn him a seat in the layers of hell, a repulsive wretch who I wish for the lord of darkness to punish and wrack vengeance upon him for eternity." He said in an uptight and preacher like voice, that reminded me of a self righteous presenter for some kind of radical movement, before descending to stuttered chuckles "At least that is what my father would say, hell, saying it out loud makes him sound more Christian than Christians... but no, that fat bastard is an asshole and pisses me off." He remarked with a smirk.
"I see now, oh-and I'm terribly sorry if I am intruding but what was it that Eric was talking to you about?" I asked. In reply the smirk grew on his pale face.
"You don't have to be so formal Phillip, and it was nothing important, he was simply telling me that I shouldn't hang out with you because, apparently, you are a 'filthy Frenchmen' but I swear you said you were English."
"I am, it's just an insult that used to aggravate me but it's simply hollow now"
"You really haven't had it well here have you?" he asked still displaying the same monotone look.
"No, no I really haven't but I must say things seem to be getting better but only by a small bit." At that we stood, slightly awkwardly waiting for the thick tension to break.
"Anyway... so, what are you planning to do after school ends, go to college, travel, anything"
"Oh, I don't really know what I'll do, maybe I'll move, start a new life away from this wrenched place"
"I can see why, this place is simply boring, and with what you have had to endure, I've only been here two days and I'm probably going to move myself"
"I can understand why, there is nothing important or enticing in this town. Only the cold and snow."
"True, I only moved here because my dad wanted some 'fresh mountain air' as he put it" he mumbled some other sentence but all I could understand were the curses lacing his lowered speech then he sighed to himself "Anyway, what do we have last?"
I informed him that we had science (more specifically chemistry) and we made our way there, silently and uninterrupted (surprisingly.)
