On the ground in front of me was a rather large mess of icy paint---this is not a metaphor, it was literally filled with ice---spreading across the floor. Judging by the fact it had been on the door, and the way it had fallen, that was supposed to have been on my head.
"Huh. I was expecting that to somehow be worse." I glance up at the students in their seats. "Was that acrylic paint?" A mousy little kid, who sat near the front---Jessie Holmes, I think---nodded at me. "Better. Next time, though, there should be more of a trigger than opening a door."
Yes, I'm giving my bullies advice on pranks. So what? It shows them I'm unphased, and even after I advise them, it generally doesn't work on me anyways.
"What if it was the teacher?" I point out with a grin, before heading to my seat. I'm not concerned about the mess---the janitor's are often thankful it stays in one spot, and after an awkward attempt, they requested I just leave it be. Before I sit though, I perform a sweep check, examining for any other things they might've pulled.
The caution pays off, because I find three tacks where I'm supposed to sit, a wad of gum where my backpack is supposed to go, and a sharpie-written note---on paper, thank goodness---on my desk. Sometimes these people have no originality, I swear.
Putting my stuff down with a whuff! after clearing everything away, I decide to read the venom that was no doubt designed to pain me but would probably make me choke on laughter instead.
It was folded remarkably neatly---far neater than most notes the ghouls scribble. Inside, what I assumed was sharpie was apparently just really dark pen ink---I wonder what kind it is, because I may have to find some and buy it---and the script is . . . Wow.
After taking a minute to process the font, I realize that this note definitely isn't from the ghouls. How do I know? Because this font is far to0 fancy, and with knowledge from personal experience, very tedious to write. None of the ghouls would waste this much effort on me, not even for a really good prank.
. . . I know because they've tried something similar, at least. . . 3 times, I think it was.
After taking my whole minute of processing, I remember I still have to read said note. Sometimes being surprised is such a pain. The font actually makes it a little difficult to read, to it takes me just enough time for the teacher---Dr Hansel, who is such an angel, I swear---to arrive and prepare to begin the day.
Keep an eye out for the windowpane.
. . . What?
My brows furrow on their own accord as I try to find a reasonable and logical explanation for why somebody---anybody---would warn me about a windowpane. Actually, the fact that anyone tried to warn me about anything at all is astonishing enough.
I mean, most of the ghouls do not share circles with people who like me enough. And the ghouls who do, well, they generally aren't part of pranks, anyways.
The note attracts almost all of my attention, and I get so caught up into the possible meanings of it that Dr Hansel actually calls me out. Normally it's fine, but because I definitely wasn't paying attention for the last five minutes, it's a very bad situation; Dr Hansel always explains the answers to her questions milliseconds before she asks the question.
If you were listening, you got it! If you weren't. . . you got detention. A fun system, I will admit. Many times I'd get to snicker at somebody who was clearly doing things they weren't supposed to.
"Weeeeeell, Ms Bolk?" Did I mention that Dr Hansel also wasn't patient?
Sigh. I'm going to get detention today, it seems. "Sorry, Dr Hansel. I missed the question." I smile sheepishly, fully expecting and fully prepared for the consequences of my lack of attention. "It appears I'm rather. . . out of it today."
To my surprise, though, instead of chewing me out and signing me fore detention, Dr Hansel sighs in annoyance. "Alright, I'll let you off. Today's the first day back and you're one of my best students. Just don't let it happen again."
Eyes bulged around the room, possibly none more than my own. Dr Hansel usually didn't give people a pass. . . . Although now that I really thought about it, most people didn't fit those two quota at the same time. By most, I mean pretty much all. By all, I mean everyone I see go through it.
Shrugging once more---can you tell I like shrugs, yet?---I folded the note back up and put it in my pocket. I could worry about it later. If I wasn't careful, Dr Hansel and her fast-paced Physics would get far worse than whatever the thing with the windowpane is.
The day had turned out remarkably---this is both an unintentional pun and not a joke---uneventful. After the brief oddity with Dr Hansel, not much else happened.238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8W30Jkn4Rv
Granted, when I told Mack about that, she snorted and shook her head in awe. "You mean pretty much nobody did anything else?" I nodded. "I'm not sure if I gained a newfound respect or they all felt bad about what Kirsten said."238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlKzdiMlzGw
I gave her a weird look. "Mack, it's probably because they were too awestruck because of Dr Hansel. She gave me a pass, Mack. A pass." It was like history for Reggard's Parochial High. Dr Hansel had been here for a long time, and rarely ever let anyone off the hook for being distracted.238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8VqDlPUgcu
That might be why Reggard's was so famous for it's chemistry students, now that I think about it. . .238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfThLtmjEgl
That thought alone drew me off into a pondering fantasy---which usually tend to last a while---until Mack interrupted it. "Uh oh. There's a pack outside."238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQJmv4A3iHY
That snapped me right out of my thoughts. A pack? Of ghouls? Oooooh, that was never good. Ghoul packs generally liked physical violence the best, and because Mack and I were always deemed as ghoul food, we were generally their targets.238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEvVdAjWKDm
"Is there any way around them?" I asked, looking around for any possible way out of a fight. Mack hummed, thinking to herself.238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4t35XLTKp8
"I don't think they've blocked the window in the library. Everywhere else, I noticed, was locked." She replied, and I frowned.238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAwuhhKSh7m
"So. . . we either deal with a pack, or we possibly walk into a trap." Nibbling on my lip, I contemplate the two. Which one was the better idea. The memory of Dr Hansel's pops into my head, and I get an idea.238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKaihIfAhEQ
"Hey, Mack. Let's go to the library, but let me lead, okay?" Mack gives me a look like I'm being especially crazy today. "Don't give me that look, I have an idea, okay?" Her expression doesn't change, and I huff, smiling slowly. "Just trust me."238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOpLXg3nVgz
I guess that wins her over, because she sighs and, hoisting her backpack up briefly, nods to me. Green light. Good. Glancing around cautiously, it relieves me to see how few people are around---none, excepting for myself and Mack. Because of this, we're able to make our way down the hall, and into the library, with minimal fuss.238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt5oVAd8aUg
Hey, the library was actually really close, okay? It's not even that big of one, which sucks. I'm pretty sure the people who built the school honestly believed the only book people needed to read was the Bible. Blegh.238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvYvmEXEAbm
Once we were in, I hummed to myself and crept closer to the window, hoping that whatever had happened before Dr Hansel's class was usable on command. It was the entire reason I had Mack stay behind me; if something bad happened, I could avoid it and she would be out of the way.238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxOAus3ab8e
. . . They've done some really bad pranks, okay? And I hate seeing my friends get hurt.238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtIjmeOjn77
A bit more creeping around, and I got a little distracted---it looked like the librarian had just added some new books from a series I liked! Mack slapped the back of my head before I could get lost, though. "I thought we were here to escape the ghoul pack, Yusa, not grab books and be trapped when they pursue us."238Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpTdTZyY5DI
I sighed. She had a really good point.
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