Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ One of Those Days ❯ pt. 2: History class ( Chapter 2 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Disclaimer: Characters used still mean nothing representative. They're just random names I choose.

"This has been an interesting morning so far." he thought. After witnessing a girl burning alive in front of him, he still acted as if nothing happened, not out of shock, rather out of lack of caring. He wouldn't have turned on the shower if his leg hadn't caught fire. Who was he to care if some dumb ass decides that he can play around in a Chem lab and expect nothing to go wrong. Everything goes wrong, in one way or another, at least to him.

He reached his second hour class, long before anyone else, since the fire alarm had gone off and everyone was still outside. He didn't have to wait long, they all came in about 5 minutes later.

Once all the students were in class, the second hour teacher began her history class. History, it wasn't exactly his favorite subject. Why bother dwell in the past? It doesn't really matter. That's how he felt. Unfortunately, according to school rules, two years of history were required to graduate. He only needed this one last semester.

He also wasn't too fond of the teacher. She was always griping. If an intercom message had to be relayed, she'd mutter under her breath, "For the love of..., I'm teaching here..." She wasn't particularly fond of him either, since he did everything opposite of what she told him to do. Today, she was feeling confident though, like she was finally going to get through to him, so she started today's lesson.

As soon as she started, the intercom buzzed for an announcement to the school. Right on cue, the teacher muttered her curses. The message announced, "To all students and faculty. A serious incident occurred last hour. We can not give out all information yet, but all shall be explained in an assembly during first hour tomorrow. Morbid curiosity is discouraged." Griping, the teacher went off about how they get to interrupt her class for something like that. Soon after, he quickly muted out the teacher's voice and fell asleep, noting that the feeling had ebbed some just before slumber hit. Unfortunately, that didn't last as long as he'd have wished.

He woke up as the feeling made a climactic surge. How could it not wake him? He was upset that he couldn't sleep, but the feeling told him he was in for a show, so he took it as a fair substitute. During his sleep, the griping teacher had pulled out the overhead projector to use, and she was getting ready to pull down the screen.

She reached the metal handle and attempted to pull the screen down, but it wouldn't budge. The griper began her ritual, something goes wrong, she complains. "Dammit.... good for nothing screen... I've been telling them to replace these damn things... No good, not budging..." Little by little, she used more and more force, attempting to get the screen to roll down. She was fed up. She was going to put all her power into this next pull. Crouching down, she readied herself to spring up and use her weight to get the roll unstuck. Although, she didn't notice the bolts holding it to the wall. They were falling out.

She jumped up to grab the handle. Successfully, she got the hold, and she even felt the screen giving way and moving.
She had no idea just what it was that was moving.

With a thud and a deafening crack, the projector screen roll fell down, unfurled, off of the wall and on the motionless teacher, the screen covering her body and head. One of the girls in the front row thought she should help. Doing what she was always taught, that Amy, always help those in need. She jumped right up and stood right next to the teacher.

"Ms. Jenkin?" she called, but Ms. Jenkin made no reply. More students were leaving their desks until all of them, except for him, were surrounding Ms. Jenkin, laying on the floor. Amy bent down to lift the screen off, but she stopped cold when she saw it. A pool of blood was forming from underneath, very rapidly. Shock held the students where they were at first, but then a student screamed, and hell could have broken loose at that moment. Everyone ran off in a different direction, not wanting to be next to a dead body. Larger students had weight advantage, almost crushing a few of the smaller ones.

Amy kept trying to get away, but somehow, she kept getting pulled back. She wanted to escape just as bad. In an act of desperation, she plowed through a stream of students, but it might have been better if she'd have waited. The student she cut off pushed her, and she lost her balance. She was hurtling towards the projector cart, and the projector was still plugged in. She fell, just to the point of pushing the cart. As she fell against the floor, she had a split second to realize that the cart was so far away from where she'd pushed it, and that with the cart so far away, she should have felt the cord, unplugging. But she didn't.

She was ready to look up, but she couldn't. The projector landed on its target, the girl that pushed the cart, Amy. Once the students realized this, they screamed louder, and scrambled for the door. The students of the class had one thing in mind, escape. They didn't go to the office to report the two deaths, no, they wanted out. In a flurry of mad haste, the rest of the class found the exit in one mass, and left the school, not bothering to retrieve their belongings.

All of this, he watched.

As the empty room settled, the feeling ebbed again, but remained its presence. It seemed also that none of the other classes had the curiosity enough to see what the commotion was about. He rose from his desk with his books and left for the door. As he exited, he pulled the door shut, which would most likely reduce curiosity. The moment he heard the click of the door, the bell rang, releasing for third hour.

The principle sat in his office with the Dean of Students, discussing the incident of first hour, in the Chem lab. Of course, this was not good, as the school was responsible for a girl's death, but more Eric's than the school's. But it wasn't a possible lawsuit they discussed, it was improbability.

"I don't see how that could have been possible, Mr. Eward. I've checked the pressure of those gas nozzles myself. There should be no way that one of them could have turned into a flamethrower like that. It's unthinkable." The principle argued this to the Dean, Mr. Eward.

In reply, the Dean stated, "We'll have to test it again, to be sure... we should also decide whether to close school or not. The students, even the teachers, might panic. The ones who left Chem lab before she died don't know, they might think she's just hurt... poor Lindsay..." He stopped for a few seconds. "This might get out of hand... and there's the other one, besides Eric, who saw her die. I don't know if he'll snap from seeing death... I just wish..." He was cut off as terrified, screaming students ran past the office and out the door of the school.