Forever
I think my other fanfictions are starting to get jelous about how popular this one is rapidly getting. Maybe I should delete it? Just kidding! Don't take me so seriously! Anyway, today is Scarlett and Max's first day of classes. How long will it take for Max to drive Scarlett crazy? Probably not very long, but let's find out anway. Here you go.
Also, I'm going to start telling you which song the lyrics I put came from. Chapter 1 was "Hate Is A Strong Word," and Chapter 2 was "Gives You Hell." This chapter, it is from a song called "How Far We've Come." I try to pick songs that at least kind of tie into the theme of the chapter.
Chapter 3 - Scarred For A While
I believe the world is burning to the ground! Oh well, I guess we're gonna find out! Let's see how far we've come!
I'm pretty sure I was lying awake all night, and had just closed my eyes when there was a horrible pounding in my head. And on the door. Mostly the door. I groaned as I heard Max calling to me.
"Hey Scarlett, wake up!" he shouted, "You already missed mandatory breakfast, and classes start in ten minutes!"
I did not particularly care that I missed breakfast (even though it is an important meal,) but the fact that I only had ten minutes before class rather distressed me. I made it a personal goal to absolutely never be late for class, and never let myself get sick. So I grudginly got out of bed, dressed and did my hair. I exited the room and found that Stephanie and Tom had already left. Max, however, was still waiting for me.
"Shall we go, Sidekick?" he asked me in that nasally voice of his.
"Whatever," I muttered, uncharacteristically.
I'm not sure if I made this clear before, but this establishment is very large. Our room was on the sixth floor of the building. That should give you a rough idea about how farsicly huge this place was. Our dorm rooms were the top three floors of the building, and all of our classes were on the bottom three. Please don't ask me how it made any sense, because it didn't. Oh, and there was only one elevator, so we had to use the stairs.
Max and I did not speak to each other as we headed towards our first class. I was quite relieved until the little jerk decided to break the silence.
"What's our first class?" he asked me.
I dug into my bag and brought out our schedules. There was a map on the paper so we wouldn't get lost. I glanced at our classes for the day.
"It looks like our first class is... Public Speaking," I told him, questioning to myself several of our classes.
"Public speaking?" Max repeated, puzzled, "What an utterly useless class! I already know all of my world domination speeches by heart."
"You're the one who hacked into the computer to pick your classes," I pointed out, but holding back the fact that world domination speeches had nothing to do with public speaking.
We walked into the class and I was distressed when I saw that Stephanie and Tom where also there. I don't know why, but those two really bothered me. Stephanie spotted the two of us and waved us over.
"Hey, Roomie! Over here! You can like, sit over here!" she called. I sighed and walked over to her with Max following me. I sat down at a desk next to her with a sigh. "How's it going, Roomie?"
"I've been better," I replied, casting a distasteful look at the classroom. It was a standard size room, but it was in chaos at the moment. Most of the students were fighting, or trying to escape out the window, or trying to blow something up. Almost as soon as we sat down, Max got into an arguement with another student about who was more evil. All of the noise was giving me a headache, and I felt my head pounding with pain.
Thankfully, it wasn't too long before the teacher entered the room. He was a fairly tall man, with light hair and blue eyes, and his skin was so pale you could almost see through it. Sort as if he had never seen sunlight in his entire life. He entered the classroom with a can-do smile and the personality of a five year old child watching its favorite show.
"Good morning class!" said the man, who's voice was higher than that of that five year old I mentioned, "My name is Mr. Smiles! I'm going to be your Public Speaking teacher for this year! Ain't that just dandy-rific?"
The class, which had been mass chaos a moment before, was suddenly silent. I couldn't blame them, as I was in shock myself. This had to be a joke, some sort of mistake. Was this guy really our teacher? Was his name really Mr. Smiles? I doubted it greatly. Even Max, (who had just about gotten into a fist fight with the other student) was silent.
"I'm glad to see you're all excited for my class!" Mr. Smiles said happily, misreading our silence by a land slide. "Shall we get started then? Public Speaking is an important tool for your future. When you leave here, you..."
And that is literally all I remember of his silly speech about how useful public speaking was. I really meant it when I said I didn't get enough sleep the night before, and was basically asleep in my chair, without actually falling asleep. All I know is, when I snapped back to attention forty five minutes later, class was ending and we were dissmissed. Sighing, I gathered my things and left the room with Max, Stephanie, and Tom following me.
"So, like, what's your next class?" Stephanie asked us.
I brought out the schedule and glanced at it. "Math," I answered, a bit relieved. Finally! Something I knew!
"OMG!" Stephanie exclaimed, "That's our next class too! Isn't that like, great?"
"Yeah," I muttered, "Great."
"I hate math," Tom noted, as we walked to the classroom, "It's stupid and puts me to sleep."
I wanted to note that perhaps it was because he was a moron, but I decided not to. Beside me, Max scoffed at him.
"I've always been great at math," he said, smugly, "I was always at the top of my class."
I rolled my eyes, remembering his poor attempts at inventing while we were on Pahkitew Island. I doubted he was at all adequite with math of any kind.
The math class was far different than that of the public speaking one. I mean, not when we entered, it was still in histeria, but when the teacher entered, he commanded attention in quite a different way than Mr. Smiles. For one, the man was six feet, two inches tall, had a muscular build, and was tanned all over. He had a five o' clock shadow, and a heavy set jaw. Just the way he stood when he came in told all of us that he took no nonsense from anyone. He glared at the class which caused everyone to immediately fall into order. As soon as everyone was seated and quiet, he slowly stomped up and down the rows of desks, as if sizing us up and deciding who he wanted to murder first. I stared down at my desk as he did so, not wanting it to be me. Eventually, he got back to the front of the class room, turned, and faced us. When he spoke, it sounded like a small explosion.
"MY NAME IS MR. MEDLICOTT!" he shouted, "I AM YOUR MATH TEACHER. I AM HERE TO TEACH YOU MATH, AND THAT IS IT! I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANYTHING BUT PASSING GRADES IN THIS CLASS, OR I WILL SCREAM AND YELL AT YOU UNTIL YOU CRY! ALSO, NO TALKING OUT OF TURN, NO BACKTALK, AND NO FUNNY BUSINESS! GOT IT?"
The whole class nodded nervously. Mr. Medlicott looked satisfied.
"GOOD! LET US BEGIN! YOU! SCRAWNY BOY! COME HERE!" He pointed at a skinny boy who had been sitting next to Max. Shivering, the boy got up and went to the front of the class.
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME, BOY?" Medlicott screamed.
"S-Stewie," the boy answered, nervously. I sort of felt sorry for the tiny loser.
"STEWIE! I WANT YOU TO SOLVE THIS EQUASION ON THE BOARD!" The teacher turned to the blackboard and wrote down a long, complicated equasion. I grinned to myself. I could solve that problem in a heart beat!
Stewie, however, did not look nearly as confident. He picked up a piece of chalk and slowly started writing a number on the board. Medlicott stood over him, breathing down his neck the whole time. Eventually, Stewie put the chalk down and turned to the teacher, awaiting his approval.
"THIS ANSWER," Medlicott said, pausing for a moment, "IS INCORRECT! GET OUT OF HERE, YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE TWIG!"
As Stewie burst into tears and ran from the room, Medlicott turned to the class once more. I stiffened when his eyes fell on me. He put on a horrible grin.
"YOU! RED! GET UP HERE AND SOLVE THIS PROBLEM, NOW!" he screamed at me.
"Yes, sir," I mumbled, and quickly got up to the front. I looked at the board and saw in tiny hand writing that was most likely Stewie trying to work the problem out. Poor kid. I could see where he had gone wrong, and had screwed up. I was not going to make that mistake. I quickly fixed it and wrote the correct answer on the board. I set the chalk down and looked at Mr. Medlicott.
He suddenly grabbed my shoulders, turned me towards the class and thrust me forward. "YOU SEE?" he shouted, "THIS IS WHAT A WINNER LOOKS LIKE! WHY CAN'T YOU ALL BE SMART LIKE HER? IF YOU EXERT YOURSELF, YOU MIGHT STAND SOME CHANCE OF GETTING OUT OF HERE! RED! WHAT'S YOUR NAME?"
"Scarlett, sir," I replied, a little baffled. I could see Max looking relieved for some reason and Stephanie smiling and waving at me. Tom did not looked pleased.
"SCARLETT! YOU MAY SIT DOWN NOW!" Medlicott ordered.
I quickly walked back to my seat. As soon as I sat down, Stephanie nudged me. "Like, good job, Roomie!" she said.
The rest of the class was spent with Mr. Medlicott yelling at us about math. Needless to say, I was quite relieved when the bell wrang. I was also glad that the next class I had was creative writing, which none of my three shadows had with me. We seperated and I started heading towards the class room. I was walking by Happy Flappy's office when a girl who was obviously in a hurry, pushed rudely past me, causing both of us to drop our books.
"Why don't you watch where you're going, you klutz?" the girl snapped at me.
"I wasn't the one who's pointy elbows were sticking out!" I growled, starting to crouch down to get my books. But a voice interrupted me.
"Scarlett!" Flappy exclaimed from his door frame, "I'm surprised at you! Step into my office now, please."
I sighed, annoyed, and followed Flappy inside as the girl sneered at me. I expected Flappy's office to be as bright and colorful as the school. Instead, it was dark, with a single dull light on over Flappy's desk that barely lit the room at all. The walls were grey with no pictures, and the blinds were down over the single small window. A chair sat in front of Flappy's desk, which was neat and orginized, with a strange red stain which in this light looked like dried blood. Flappy sat down and gestured for me to do the same as he dug into a drawer, looking for something.
"Where is it? I know it was in here somewhere," he muttered to himself, "Ah here it is!"
I drew a sharp breath as he took out a small, sharp knife. It glistened in the low light, and I feared what he was going to do with it.
"We have many rules in this school, Scarlett," Flappy explained to me, holding the knife loosely between his fingers, "Rules to keep everyone here happy and sane. But when you break these rules, we have punishments. No, not dentions, I mean, when have those ever solved anything? We use more... unconventional methods of dealing with our troublemakers. It may seem strange, but they work, and the stronger the rule breaking, the harsher the punishment. Give me your left hand, please."
I could see my hand shaking as I held it out to him. He took my wrist and turned it over so that my palm was facing up. "Let this serve as a warning, shall we?" Flappy said, grinning wickedly. He took the knife and pressed it to my palm, making it bleed. I had to stop myself from flinching from pain. He slowly cut into my hand, cutting a diagonal line. Then he adjusted his wrist and cut another diagonal line into my palm that formed an "X" with the other line. I could feel my breath getting shallow at the acute pain I felt. After what seemed like a cliche, he let go of my hand and dug again into his desk, this time pulling out a cotton pad and some bandages. He pressed the pad to my hand, making me flinch, and wrapped my hand with the bandage.
"There!" Flappy exclaimed, happily, "All better! Now, don't let me have to see you in here again, ok? Run off to class now!"
I shakily stood up and walked to the door. I turned back briefly and saw Flappy grinning at me like some sort of serial killer. I rushed out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
That sadistic grin would haunt my nightmares for the rest of my life.
Hm, that took a sobering turn for the weird. I have a lot of ideas for this story, but I'm probably going to have to throw away or adjust about half of them if I want to keep this on a T rating. Too bad.
Anyway, hope that wasn't too weird/boring/messed-the-crud-up/sadistic for you! Please leave a comment! Also, thanks for all those who have already left some comments! You guys reveiw fast! Like I said, this is quickly becoming one of my more popular fanfictions!
Next time we'll spend a little more time getting to know Stephanie and Tom, and Scarlett will spend a bit more time with Maxie. Ok, well, see ya! Tip your waitress!