User blog:Malice89/TRBG: The Sequel (31)

Chapter #31: Spirit Week (part 1 of 2)

Coach Heaths blew her whistle, that meant that Gym class was over; but as when we were heading to the girls' locker room, she had something to say to us.

"I have an announcement to make." She said, "Next week is Spirit Week. And on Friday is the pep rally!" She added.

After I got dressed back into my uniform, I went to the cafeteria, where they were serving some jumbalaya. I went to the salad bar so I can't eat the shrimp that was in it. I then went to our normal spot in the cafeteria, to see Veronica, Ember, and Grimore eating lunch.

"You would believe what next week will be like going through Hell." I ranted.

"Spirit Week?" Grimore said sullenly.

"Yes, Spirit Week." I said in a horrifying manner.

"I can't believe what I was a Cheerleader, prior to last year." Ember said joining in on the ranting bandwagon.

"You were a Cheerleader?!" Veronica exclaimed.

"Yeah, I was also in the Prep clique before meeting Malice. She helped preventing me from killing myself." Ember vented out her feelings of what happened to her last year.

"How were the pep rally's at Mornton, Veronica?" Grimore asked.

"Let's just say it sucked hardcore, and leave it at that." Veronica snipped.

"Well when I was at my old school, in Vermont. They forced everyone to dress in their school colors, and pranked on the freshmen class as a form of initiation." I groused, "And I was in freshman at the time, and got pranked with what the upperclassmen did. I won't give you the details of what they did." I added.

"That is harsh." Ember said in sympathy.

After that was said and done the bell rung for the afternoon classes, and for me it was Biology, and today were studying for the final exams that are in three weeks.

"Ok everyone, today will be self studying for the upcoming final exams." Dr. Slaughter said.

After that was said and done, I went home to my room, listening to Emilie Autumn on my MP3 player and set it up on the highest volume with my earbuds blaring into my eardrums. And did my homework.

The next day in Art class, I was painting a picture of a bowl of anopromorphic fruit in it.

"Nice picture of fruit Malice." Sam said looking over my work, while drawing his picture of fruit being murdered.

"Thanks." I said quietly.