Author Ramblings: Hi! I just realized I haven't updated in a long time. I've been watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer online. It's a great show! I really have no idea what I'm going to do with this chapter. I'm only writing because I've been really sick with a sinus infection. Ugh. Sucks to be me, but I don't think my story is contagious (that my sad attempt at humor while sick). Ok as promised Principle Kelley torture coming up. (Just checking, but is Principle Kelley's first name Robert or Edward?)

Disclaimer: To sick to think of one, check back with me later.

'Another day at the grind stone.' Thought Edward Kelley, 'Thank goodness those hooligans aren't here to make this worse.' Mr. Kelley liked children, he really did. What he didn't like were those things that dare to call themselves children when all they really are just ticking time bombs. He needed an aspirin. At the moment, one of those "ticking time bombs" was just finishing his walk from the boarding house to the school. 'This is going to be fun,' the mysterious figure thought.

Edward just finished balancing the school's budget and turned out his office lights. He was making his way to the front doors of the school, as he did every night when he ran into a wall. 'That's odd.' He thought, but then brushed it off, thinking he was more tired than he thought. He decided to go to the cafeteria for a quick snack of leftovers, hoping some food would perk him up. Just as he opened the swinging cafeteria doors all the building's lights came on. 'That's strange, I could have sworn the custodian turned all of them off when he left.' He didn't stew on it though because there were muffins to be eaten. He went back to the kitchen only to find it in total disarray and very messed up. 'That's it,' he thought, 'this is coming out of Ms. Chewy's paycheck.'

All hopes of a snack were dashed and he went back to his office to take the costs out of the lunch lady's pay. His office door was locked. Which was weird because he couldn't remember locking it. He reached for the keys in his pocket but they weren't there. Suddenly, there was a noise behind him. Now Mr. Kelley was starting to get nervous. "Who's there?"

He receives no answer. He slowly turns around and bumps right into a huge, soft wall that wasn't there five seconds ago. A girly scream rings though out the hallways. 'Go to the doors.' That was the only thought running through Mr. Kelley's head. His purser was thinking about food. There, he can see the doors. He runs straight into them. Something's not right; the doors should be able to open them. He turns around and his final scream is cut off.

He wakes up tied to a chair. He tries, unsuccessfully, to get loose. "So, awake are we?" A cruel voice rings out, breaking the silence.

"Who are you?" A chuckle answers him.

"A friend," it seems to mock him.

"I don't recognize you." He was trying to fit it all together but was having no luck.

"I didn't say I was your friend." It was taunting him.

"Then whose friend are you?" He had heard that voice before somewhere, he was sure.

"You mean you don't recognize me?" The voice's owner stepped into the light. Mr. Kelley gasped.

"Freddy! But-but why? I don't understand." The lights came on, blinding him.

"Of course you don't understand. You see Mr. Kelley I got a pretty good gig going for me here in Bayville. You want to know what it is? I'm dumb as a doorknob; or at least that's what everyone thinks. They don't know I see and understand everything. Then I respond accordingly. You know I don't have many friends, and I don't like people to pick on the ones I do have."

"What?" He couldn't comprehend this, plus the light still hurt.

"Rogue. Today. Detention."

Things began to click. "Oh that, well… I'll see what I can do to overlook that. Then will you let me go?" He was desperate and still hadn't opened his eyes to see the horror awaiting him.

"No." He finally opened his eyes. He saw food, not just food but lots and lots of food. It was everywhere.

"What are you going to do to me?" His palms were getting sweaty.

A smile, "Bon appetite."

Freddy returned to the house exactly sixty-seven minutes later. Everyone looked at him as he came in. "It's done." Then he waddled to the kitchen. Everyone's eyes followed him and stayed there for a little while.

"You know I have this feeling that we shouldn't ask," Lance piped up. Everyone nodded slowly.

Author Ramblings continued: Wow, is it me or did that come out way, way more creepy than I intended. Oh well. Please review. Next: Kitty and Jean get some fast food.is office door