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Cast In Stone

Chapter Six

"I am very concerned, Headless Headmistress…" Mr. Hackington seized the opportunity to talk to her as soon as she entered the teacher's lounge. She glanced over her shoulder, turning around shortly afterwards.

"You are?" She inquired. There were a few things she was already concerned about, but that wasn't her main focus right now.

He nodded, "Yes. I think some things seriously need to be ceased around here. I find that… boogie blogger thing to be such a nuisance. Students are worrying about it and what it'll say about them next and for their entertainment, someone is always a target. It's massively disrespectful and I do not think it is remotely appropriate, nor the reason what young monsters come to school for."

Grace Bloodgood gave a nod of her own. "You're right, I've noticed it here and there. Abbey tells me she'd have had it destroyed a long time ago - but then again she also says that about the toaster when it doesn't get her bagel right." She giggled, Abbey was surely something else. How she adored that ghoul.

"Well, Miss Bominable's bagel isn't one of my top concerns. My concerns… lie within a specific student." He began softly, the other teachers in the lounge talking and bustling quietly amongst themselves.

She turned to face him, "A specific student? You don't say."

Mr. Hackington took this as a moment to continue his thoughts while he had her undivided attention. "Yes. Jackson Jekyll to be utmost specific." Grace automatically tried to think back to see if Abbey had said anything about him. They were in the same grade after all and she was an excellent judge of well - being, she could sense who felt on the verge of crying, even if they looked as if they weren't going to. But Mrs. Bloodgood couldn't recall anything that the ghoul had said about Jackson, or if she ever really spoke about him at all.

"Please do go on." She urged him.

He gave a sigh, "I know that boy as if he were my own, I know him so very well." He began, trying to think of how he'd justify what he wanted to tell her.

She softly smiled, "As I know Abbey, more or less?"

Hack gave yet another nod, "More or less. And well, to me… I can feel that something isn't going right. Now I'm not saying go get involved in his life, that's the last thing I'm sure he needs."

The sound of Grace's classic pump heels clicking upon the tiled floor filled the room. "I'm not the type of principal to just stick my nose into anyone and everyone's business Mr. Hackington. What do you feel, or think - on nothing but a hunch - is wrong with our dear honor roll student?" She was very proud of Jackson, he had every subject's highest grade down pat, he had the highest average out of anyone, current and past who attended Monster High… he was incredibly talented with that brain of his.

Unbeknownst to them Mr. Where was present near by - although he appeared out of no where - as he usually did. "You do know… I remember reading somewhere… the higher an I.Q a being has, especially a human - the more depressed they are or can eventually be?"

Mrs. Bloodgood raised an eyebrow as she sipped her green tea. "What evidence backs that up, Mr. Where?"

Mr. Where shrugged, "Well, wouldn't you be depressed too if you knew the real meaning behind things and happenings within the world? How completely cruel and heartless other humans can be? If you don't fit in, how devastating it is, even if you tell yourself you don't care?"

Mr. Hackington looked much more worried than he had before.

Mr. Where continued onward, "And I'll have you also know… the funniest, most comical person… I'm sure I don't have to tell you who exactly that is here currently at Monster High," instantaneously, every teacher in the lounge - who'd now started listening - knew that the biggest class clown at Monster High was none other than Heath Burns, himself. "can also be the most depressed on the inside?"

Mrs. Bloodgood had to admit, these things did make sense… but the students at Monster High were more than just a school or a smoothly run faculty. They were a family. To hear that Jackson and / or Heath weren't… as happy as they should be, it felt unsettling and definitely not in the good way. "As much as I hate to admit it, it does make sense. Why such a dark input, Mr. Where?"

He gave a chuckle and sipped his coffee. "Ah, Mrs. Bloodgood… I am the dramatic arts teacher, surely I more than anyone else would know these things. Did I tell you that we are at the point in my class, that we are writing scripts for our own plays?"

Mr. Hackington raised a suspicious eyebrow, "Well, that's nice and all but -"

With the clearing of his throat, Mr. Where continued. "Ah, ah - I am not finished yet." He told the other male, narrowing his eyes towards him. Turning his attention back to the principal, he went on. "Mr. Heath Burns wrote a very intriguing one."

Grace tilted her head in wonder, "Did he, now?"

Mr. Where nodded, "Oh yes, indeed he did. It was about grieving over lost loved ones. Light and dark angels and the pure depths of hell."

Grace couldn't help but to feel a horrid chill run up and down her spine - again, not in the good way. "Oh?"

The drama teacher nodded, "Yes, indeed. I pulled him aside… and told him the truth."

"That he may need help?" Hack suggested rapidly, earning a semi - glare from both of them.

"No, Hack. Not quite," Mr. Where interjected. "I told him that it was by far one of the best plays I'd ever read coming from a student. I also asked him what brought on the idea, where he got his inspiration from. Now, any little thing can give you a boost of inspiration if you see it correctly."

The teachers were zoning in on Mr. Where's every word, just hanging on what he'd say next.

"Do go on. Don't stop now." Mrs. Bloodgood told him, stirring her tea once more.

He gave a nod, "Right. Well, he told me… that he hadn't been feeling like himself lately. And that the idea was inspired one day when he'd woken up… wiping tears off his face. He had cried in his sleep, without knowing - but he dreamt of losing a close loved one - specifically a cousin. Hesitantly, he did end up telling his parents that he'd woken up with tears. Now, one of his parents are completely normal, well human... and the other, whilst human too - is fire attributed just like Heath. Or well, Heath got it from them. More specifically, his mother. However - depression, anxiety… other somewhat concerning disorders have been noted in his family history and not just in a couple people. Jackson Jekyll is Heath's blood related cousin."

Hack raised yet another eyebrow in question, but then he realized he'd already known that. "Ah yes, that's right. They are related. I wouldn't have known if I hadn't asked Jackson myself, or heard it directly from him. Mind you, Heath cares about Jackson a lot, and vice verse. At least I can see it pretty often."

Grace gave a nod of her own as she saw it for herself just as often, turning on her heels she still delicately sipped her tea. "The main point?"

Mr. Where had honestly lost it, but it'd come back to him. "Well, just because things can be hidden well," he turned completely invisible just to emphasize his point, "doesn't mean they aren't truly there…" he became visible once again. "see my point now?" He told them, chuckling at the pun.

Mr. Hackington nodded accompanied with a small chuckle, "I do. That's… also what I was trying to tell you Mrs. Bloodgood, I… I don't think Jackson is the, uh, happiest he's ever been. He absolutely loves Mad Science. He even peer tutors it before his actual Mad Science class but… I just don't see the adoration in his eyes anymore. I barely see any trace of emotion, which heeds my worry if you can imagine."

Grace gave a light sigh, she was trapped here. There wasn't much she could really do, even as the principal. "Well, my only suggestion would be to watch him. Try and watch both of them, carefully. If anything changes, good or bad - I'll be making some phone calls home. That is all I can do, thank you for bringing it to my attention boys." She tried to shrug off the feelings of worry that she herself was having. "Now, let's move forward with the rest of the day, shall we?"

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