Fan Fiction ❯ Animals are wild ❯ “Day of the Squirrels” ( Chapter 1 )

:part one:

The morning air was dryer than the cafeteria pancakes.
School had yet begun and already my classmates and I were dying to go back to our peaceful, air conditioned habitats. Quietly we all piled into the prison and glued ourselves to the chairs. The moisture acted as our aid while the sweat teemed from our faces.
The teacher droned on like a machine as my mind quickly turned into some edible paste. The flies seemed to enjoy it, their little forks and knives stabbing into me as I try to ignore them.

I could feel myself wasting away… I needed something to gather my attention, something that would keep me focused. I stared at the ceiling fan. It's blades rotating, revolving; as the sleep faeries float down to kiss my eyes. I shake in dismay.
"What am I thinking?"
I can't succumb to their magical ways. I can't become a brain dead heat done just yet. All the other kids were changing though, their eyes glazing over like baked hams… I felt slightly outcast as the whole class fell into the dark clutches of high temperature. I desperately try to raise my hand, maybe a trip to the bathroom would set me free, but I was stuck to the table. My plans were foiled as my body had fell victim to the heat. The vapors on the window mocking me with their hissing laugh.

This was it, the moment I had feared, I searched for one last hope to keep me awake, then; I spot something out the window. I turn my head to see a little boy, no more than eight and he was beating himself. I look on as he frantically runs around screaming and shouting, but no one's there to help. "Poor little psychopath," I thought.

His little imaginary worms just might eat him. I, then, took notice that there were a few fluffy objects dangling around his neck and shoulders. "What are those," I mumble. "They look like… tails…" I peer closer… forgetting that I use to be "so stuck" to the table. He starts jumping and rolling around on the ground, scraping at his neck like a drunken loony, and then I see one.
Squirrels were eating the kid! That's something you don't see every day. I mean, how many people can testify that squirrels have attacked them at all? For a few minutes, I marvel at these little critters going at him, they must have one mighty appetite to put themselves through the trouble. It's not like humans are the most appetizing of the food chain. Well, Finally a rodent makes its' move and bites off a piece of his finger. I spastically yell "Holy Freaking Cow! The squirrels' going to kill him!" papers, chairs and gnomes went flying across the room, as a mob formed around the windows.
Foaming at the mouths, my classmates stood in awe. The poor kid was slowly becoming their puppet show.

"That's cool." Drooled a fellow colleague.
"Hey! Does anyone care that the poor squirrels could be traumatized?" bleated the animal liberal.
"I want to see them die" another chimed.
The teacher too had given into the excitement. Cheering on the squirrels in their victory.
"Have you all lost your minds? Could we maybe go help the kid?" I growled. But everyone stared at me in silence as if they had never heard the words spoken before.
"…H-e-l-p…?"
"Yeah, help. Surely the kid has rabies at this point."

The class turned mute as they pondered hard about the ordeal of becoming involved. Finally they all rallied and agreed to participate in salvaging the remains of the kid. But before we could even reach the door, the kid had stopped screaming. We looked back at the window and were utterly caught off guard. All the squirrels were gathered on the ground as the kid held tight to his wounded finger. Their eyes all on a tree they were next to. Out of nowhere descends this beautiful white squirrel, with ruby red eyes. All the other squirrels bow down in honor.
The white squirrel climbs up on the boys' shoulder and stares him in the eyes, then cast his gaze on us. He pointed a paw at the window and spoke in some native squirrel tongue and without warning a puff of smoke appeared. When the smoke had cleared… they were gone; vanished, like a bad dream. Some how that left me frightened. For the next few hours of school, I knew whatever happened, it would involve the squirrels.