"Oversleeping?!? That's your excuse?!?", Erica snorted as I slammed my head down on my desk.
"Ya", I grumbled as I sat up and stretched.
"Mrs. Fujatle will never buy it", she said narrowing her eyebrows, "Probably since you're late at least twice every week."
I groaned, "You know Erica, I have a mother."
"I just worried about you", she snapped as she got defensive, "I like you too much to watch you wither away to nothing."
I held in my smile until she turned away from me. Erica may be the most beautiful girl, actually she's probably close to the hottest girl in school, but she can be a real nag. I mean if she would stop mothering me then maybe I'd get up the nerve to ask her to homecoming in the next few months. Otherwise, it's going to be me in the corner with the rest of the people that fail at life and will probably have no chance of ever getting a date.
Although, I'm probably not the only one in the school trying to get a date with her. She's so perfect. Her blonde curls tuck behind her ears ever so softly, her blue eyes swirl like the ocean, and other than that I really would just like to hold her in my arms. I really don't really know how you can put into words how amazing she is, but all I can say is she's perfect. She even…
"You know we have a test", Erica said turning back to face me.
"Wha…?", I said still zoned out.
"We have a test", she said slower.
"Mmmhh…", I responded dreamily.
"You're not listening, are you?", she said as she glared at me.
"What?", I said shaking my head, as I finally tried to listen to her.
"We… Have… A… Test…", she said slowly, annunciated every word.
"A test!?!", I screamed jumping out of my chair.
"Very good", she snorted, patting me on the head, "Took you long enough."
"Ya, well… I've got other things on my mind", I sighed.
"Really? Like what?", she said tilting her head to the side.
"Nothing", I said shaking my head, "Nothing important."
She gave me the puppy dog look. "You wouldn't be zoned out for nothing."
I sighed and shook my head, trying very intently on keeping myself from giving in. Biting my lower lip, I kept my feelings for her bottled up inside of me. It's not something I want to open up now, or something I wanted to open up for a while.
"Fine", she pouted before laughing, "Keep me in the dark."
"Sorry. It's just…"
"Whatever Jake, I don't care anymore", she murmured as she turned back to her desk.
"Great", I muttered to myself. The one girl who I think is amazing, and I make her feel horrible. I can't tell how many countless times this happens to me. One moment you're in the moment thinking about the girl, and the next you're words don't match with what you're thinking. I guess it's a guy thing, or at least I think it is.
"You know, you can make her feel better", a voice in my voice cooed.
"Really and how's that", I thought back.
"Flowers?"
"Yes because I just happen to have flowers in my hands", I laughed in my thoughts as I closed my eyes.
"You do."
"I'm not going to be fooled by my own thoughts", I laughed as I kept my eyes closed, "I'm not stupid."
"Roses!", laughed the voice in my head.
"Wow", I thought back but not intending it toward the voice, "I'm having an argument with myself. I've seriously gone crazy."
"Crazy? Yes. But you'd do better to listen; it just might save your life."
"I think I'll stop thinking now."
"When did you start thinking!?!", the voice snorted at me.
"Hey! I'll have you know…"
"Roses!", it screamed as I pictured a rose.
Suddenly, pain erupted in my right index finger. Opening my eyes, I could have sworn that I was holding a rose. But as I stared at my hand, I realized there was nothing there. Nothing at all. Nothing… except… Wait a minute! Staring closer at my right index finger, I saw a small red dot that slowly trickled its way down my hand.
"Did you see that?", I whispered over to Erica, who had opened up a book and started reading.
"See what?", she murmured back as she turned around and glared at me.
"Geez! What's with the look!", I shot back at her as I sat back in my seat.
"Well I was reading!", she spat as she rolled her eyes, "Well? What do you want?"
"Did you see what just happened?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
I rolled my eyes and held out my hand.
"Awwww… Did someone get a widdle paper cut?", she said sticking out her bottom lip before laughing.
"No. It's from a rose thorn", I said bluntly.
She stopped laughing, and sat silently for a minute before she murmured, "What rose?"
"Well… see… it vanished."
"Vanished", she said trying hard not to crack a grin.
"Yes", I sighed shaking my head. I knew she didn't believe me.
"You know the counselor is here today if you want to talk to her", she snickered.
"Just shut up", I said angrily as I slammed a frustrated fist on my desk.
"Whatever Jake", she said turning back to her book, "Just don't bother me unless it's something serious."
Wonderful. Not only have I been a jerk today to the love of my life, but now she thinks that I'm going crazy. I mean if I don't understand what's going on, who else will.
The door creaked opened as Mrs. Fujatle entered the room.
"Sorry it took so long class", she croaked, "But there was a paper jam and I had to call Mr. Wytosek down from the… Jake! When did you get here?"
"Well I…"
"Young man! Do you think this is funny to come late to class late every day", she sneered as she narrowed her eyes at me.
"No, but…"
She threw her papers in the air and growled, "Mr. Elspy, I cannot believe that…"
"Do you want a rose?", I said automatically, not knowing why the words came out of my mouth or why I suddenly could make a rose appear again.
"Jason Elspy", she growled as she lowered onto all fours, "You smell so good."
Creepy! With a capital c, r, e, e, p, y! Number one, nobody and I mean nobody knows my real name except my mom. Nowhere in the records of the school is my name ever listed as Jason. Second… Why do I have a smell! Or more importantly… Why didn't anyone tell me I smelled good before? If they did I would have started wearing my mom's perfume years ago! Just kidding… No seriously, I was just kidding. You can stop laughing now… *sigh*.
Mrs. Fujatle started licking her lips and I could have sworn I was going to repeat my childhood and pee myself.
"Roses!"
"Ahh! Not you again", I thought back, "You decided the worst time to talk."
"Roses!"
"Okay if you're not going to help then shut up", I thought.
Mrs. Fujatle slowly started to walk forward on all fours toward me, letting out screeches and growls.
I looked over at Erica who hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary. She just sat there and watched the front of the class as if Mrs. Fujatle was up there giving instructions on the test.
"Erica! A little help over here", I shouted as Mrs. Fujatle continued to creep closer.
"What?", she laughed without turning around, "Got another problem with a rose?"
"That's not funny! Seriously help!"
She turned around and rolled her eyes, "Sit down, your making a fool of yourself."
Ugh… Erica wasn't going to be any help, nor do I think anyone else will be helping me. Everyone else, like Erica, was acting as if nothing else was happening.
"Frog!"
"Shut up!"
My back hit the back wall; I had nowhere to go.
Mrs. Fujatle stopped and laughed, "It was only a mere amount of time until we figured you out."
"What?", I asked confused.
"Don't play stupid, you're already figured out", she cackled.
"Roses!"
I clutched my head as it pounded with pain. I closed my eyes and tried to tell myself that it was just a bad dream and I was really at home in my boxers watching the Dora the Explorer movie that I had stole from Netflix.
"Roses!"
I opened my eyes. Everything was still where it was when I closed them. I wasn't dreaming.
Mrs. Fujatle threw back her head and screeched. Then her body began to shake violently as she rolled over on to her back. Her skin on her arms and legs bubbled to a dark purple, her fingers turned bright red like blood, and her head turned to a full black with her hair falling out. Her arms grew twice the size of what they were. The sleeves of her shirt ripped out as a thin, leathery layer of skin stretched from her wrists down her arms and part way down her torso like wings. Her legs lengthened three times their normal length so they were eight feet long. Next, her feet ripped from her boots as razor sharp claws curled from her feet. Then, three foot long horns ripped through her skull. Finally, her body laid still.
"What the!?!", I screamed.
Screaming and shrieking, she started to flap her wings as she rose into the air. The ceiling restricted her from flying very high, which luckily for me meant that her legs and razor sharp claws dragged behind her. Unluckily for me, which as I said before that I have horrible luck, is that her head turned out to be the more dangerous end.
She opened her jaws and let out a huge blast of fire. Dodging to the side, I tried to run to the open windows.
"Roses!"
I was just about to reach up and jump out the window when Mrs. Fujatle let out a whirlwind from her wings and slammed all the windows closed.
Tugging on the windows, I found they were jammed tightly shut.
"Roses!"
Mrs. Fujatle let out another blast of fire as I rolled back toward the corner of the room.
"Roses!"
Mrs. Fujatle blasted fire to my right and left leaving everything red hot and not allowing me to escape.
"Roses!"
I was doomed.
"Roses!"
"Will you stop saying… Roses?", I thought as an idea suddenly hit me.
Closing my eyes I thought long and hard about roses. I opened my hand and I had a rose in my hand. Smiling, I closed my eyes and imagined roses again, only this time hundreds of them, raining down from the ceiling.
Screams filled the air, instantly letting me know that I had succeeded. Opening my eyes, I found the room completely covered with roses. The only problem was Mrs. Fujatle was still floating there not even fazed.
She opened her jaws again and instantly I could feel the heat starting to come up from her throat.
"Frog!"
Without second guessing it, I thought of a frog. Suddenly, I my legs felt super strong and I leapt up. Fire blasted beneath my feet, as I crashed upwards through the ceiling tiles.
It was completely black up in the ceiling as the only light came from the ceiling tiles I had just busted through.
I didn't have time to savor my success as Mr. Fujatle busted up through the tiles in front of me.
"You will die!", she screamed.
"Not if I can help it!", I screamed back as I waited for the voice in my head to say something again.
She began to open her jaws, and I knew what she was about to do.
I tensed and waited for the voice in my head to tell me what to do. But it said nothing. Then like a horrible dying scene out of a movie she let out a burst of fire.
I waited for the voice.
The fire was right in front of my face, singeing my eyebrows.
The voice said nothing.
Then I took the entire blast of fire to the face as I crumpled out of the ceiling and sprawled out on the floor of the classroom.
Mrs. Fujatle picked me up by the collar and licked her lips.
"I love a good snack", she laughed as she began to close her mouth around my throat.
The voice was silent, as I felt blood trickle down my neck and my heart nearly leapt out of my chest.
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