"Connor Jern?" Ms. Hawthorn announced during roll call. The students were in homeroom, and coincidently Connor was in the same classes as Freddy and Elliot, who also had the same classes. How ironic.
"Here," the jock said, raising his arm and having it drop back down onto the wooden desk. His girlfriend, the blonde girl with gum from the bus who's name was Lesley, was seated next to him with a too-bright-to-be-normal grin on her face. Connor had been talking to her before homeroom at her locker about a prank to pull, and she had just found it so amusing she couldn't keep her excitement contained.
"Martha Keen?"
"Here."
"Frederick Krueger?"
"Here."
"'Course the little teacher's pet's 'ere," Terrence commented with a smirk, tossing a crumpled piece of paper at Freddy's head. He was on the football team like Connor, and found amusement it watching Freddy's pain. It was like their job or something, to cause him grief. The paper hit it square on, but of course didn't hurt him, and fell to the floor beside his desk. Freddy's cast a glare at it, clenching his teeth in obvious dislike. After the fact nearly half of the class laughed, but soon quieted due to Ms. Hawthorn's intense stare at them all.
She continued. "Emily Ozzmond?"
"Yeah."
"Jordin Ryder?"
"Yup."
"Elliot Spencer?"
"Present."
"Carla Spracket?"
"Here."
"Harley Wilson?"
"Here."
"Good," Ms. Hawthorn said, and set down the clipboard on her desk. She stood before the class with a small smile, pacing back and forth. "Hello class, I am Ms. Wilma Hawthorn, though you may call me Wilma."
Jordin raised her hand, and Wilma called on her. "What'cha teach?"
"Ah," Wilma said with a broad grin. "I teach Pre-Algebra for you eighth graders. I'm not good with any other subject in the slightest, I'll let you know that."
The bell rang, and Wilma said as the students stood, "If you're NOT back in this room by 8:45, the doors to the room WILL be locked and you WILL have detention with me after school to make up your work."
"But Ms. Hawthorn- I mean, Wilma," Vicky, Terrence's girlfriend, spoke up. "Some of us have a cycle that's at the other side of the school!"
Wilma shrugged carelessly. "You'll have to make up you're work SOMEHOW, Victoria."
Vicky growled a little in an undertone as Terrence threw his arm over her shoulders leading her out the room after the others that had already left. "Its Vicky."
Terrence began whispering in her ear about the plan Lesley and Connor had told him, which brought a toothy grin to Vicky's face; pranks were her specialty, and she always got the job done perfectly every time- no matter who the prank-ie. Or prank-IES, for this matter.
"Mornin' class," the school's art teacher said as all of his students took their seats. "My name's Mr. Ryaxx and I'll be your art teacher for this semester."
Ruby raised her hand, and he addressed her. "When're we gonna draw?"
Jordin, who was sitting next to the redhead, nodded rapidly. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! When we gonna draw, huh? I wanna draw!"
"She's hyper, isn't she?" Elliot asked Freddy in a low tone, unfortunately having Jordin hear as well as Freddy.
"I had Sprite today, dude!" she exclaimed happily.
"You had SPRITE this early in the morning?" Elliot questioned her incredulously, brow quirked beneath his hood.
"Oh you have NO idea, man," Freddy mumbled to him. "Jordin's the craziest kid in the grade, if not the whole damn school."
"Alright, seeing as you're ready to go I'll get some paper and you need to draw the FIRST thing that pops into your heads, 'kay?" Mr. Ryaxx announced to catch the students' attention, succeeding. After he had passed out all the paper everyone was talking and laughing and drawing and coloring and all-in-all carrying on- excluding Freddy and Elliot. They were so engrossed on their drawings they barely took in what anyone was saying around them. They didn't talk nor take their eyes off their papers.
The bell rang once again 40 minutes later at 8:40, and Mr. Ryaxx took back all the illustrations to look over and grade. Well, not exactly GRADE, mostly look over.
Back in the Pre-Algebra classroom three students weren't in their chairs- Vicky, Terrence, and Audrey Ryans. They had all been down at the gym, at the other end of the school. Wilma paid no mind, and closed the door with the lock clicking shut. She moved back up to the front of the room as the students took their seats, writing on the chalkboard at the front of the room. MATHEMATICS, it read.
What a year this'll be, Elliot thought sullenly, beginning to doodle on the first clean page of his notebook. Freddy, who was next to him, was staring off into space with his head resting in his palm.
That's when something small and hard was pegged at Elliot's head, having him narrow his eyes and grit his teeth, trying to control his temper and keep it hidden deep within his body. When his emotions cut loose THINGS would happen, like a window would crack or wood would implode. He didn't know how, but he didn't like it, and tried desperately to keep it inside his psyche, which he normally succeeded in doing.
Another thing was thrown at his head, having his pencil stop and poise above the notebook's page, fists clenching. Not now, not now, PLEASE not now... he begged his conscience.
Yet ANOTHER object was thrown at his hood, and finally he snapped; every pencil in the room busted. Just fractured in half. For some obscene reason, though, his and Freddy's were untouched. Strange.
Wilma looked back to the class, seeing them staring dumbfoundedly at their pencils in dismay. Kristian stood, pointing an angry finger at Elliot and saying boldly, "The new kid broke our pencils!" Murmurs of agreement sounded about the classroom, followed by, "He has pins stuck in his head, Wilma! He's a dirty freak like Krueger!" by Lesley.
Elliot took in a deep breath to calm his nerves as Wilma cast disbelieving glances throughout the class to those who were agreeing. "That is NO way to treat a new student," she hissed in an icy tone. "NO way. Lesley, Kristian, detention tomorrow for an hour."
"What?" Lesley nearly shrieked, Kristian equally stunned.
"You heard me," Wilma snapped. "Apologize or its two days. Now."
"But-" they began to argue.
"NOW," Wilma ordered, arms crossing.
Rolling their eyes they said simultaneously and without sincereness, "We're sorry."
Elliot didn't say anything and began sketching again, wishing that outburst hadn't happened. Not ONLY did he incidentally cause them to get detention, but now he was almost positively certain they were going to get back at him.
Next to him Freddy frowned, knowing an almighty war would end up starting outside as soon as they left for their next class. This ain't good, he thought. Oh Hell, this ain't good at all.
*Ta- da! Don't you just love this hideous piece of crap? I don't. It sucks. Wheeeeeeeee, I'm screwed. REVIEWS!*
