Back To School: A Short Story

Back To School

It was Sophomore year at Timber Core High School and only three months into the school year. However, while most students were pleased and happy with how the year was going, there were many who were unhappy. They couldn't undo the damage that the previous year and past few months had left them with, but they kept hoping for the best. The group we see now is going to find out what exactly is so wrong with their school, because it isn't just the rude teachers who are the problem; the problem is something more sinister than they could ever imagine...

3:20 in the school's library, the last remaining students of the day had made their ways to the assorted clubs that their school had. A new club was having its third meeting today, though it wasn't completely as it seemed. It was named the 'TCHS Reading & Writing Club' but the members weren't planning on sticking to what the title entailed. They only made the club to see each other after school because they rarely had classes as a group. When they were a full group along with a few other students that had drifted to other social circles, years ago in middle school, they had fun and stuck together because their school was small. Now, in a large school with more than one teacher for each subject, they split apart despite their best efforts to stay tightly together. Now, they were still sticking with their most desperate measure by far- making a school club to hang out in. They had gathered on this afternoon, thinking it would just be a fun and uneventful hangout, but they were soon to realize that they ended up with more than they bargained for when one of them, a young fellow named Derek, began the meeting.

"Alright fellas," Derek said in a bad British accent. "What is the news for today?"

"School sucks," answered one of his friends, a Greaser-looking guy named Wyatt.

"Yet we are still in it because we made this club," another friend chimed in, an art student named Pierre. "do you think they'll ever catch on that we aren't talking about literature or reading stuff?"

"Our lives are zhe literature, mein Freunde!" Derek exclaimed in another bad accent, this time it was Germany that he was making a mockery of.

"That's your only excuse, I take it," Pierre replied.

"Yes..." Derek paused for a second. "But this meeting is more important than reading or writing, because I have been theorizing for awhile and I have finally reached a conclusion! Though it is probably going to sound crazy."

The fourth friend and member, who hadn't spoken up until now, was Ally. She was a quiet girl and the smartest person in the school to the group's knowledge.

"Bring it on buckaroo!" She exclaimed quietly and with a big smile.

"I love your energy!" Derek replied quickly and then turned to the group. "Alright, so basically... I think the school is cursed."

Pierre and Wyatt's expressions immediately turned from humorous curiosity to sour and distasteful.

"Dude, are you genuinely being serious now? We are here, we could be talking about anything else but this but no- you're making this conversation turn into a ghost haunting the school or whatever!" Wyatt yelled at Derek.

"Okay, first, it's about the school being cursed, not haunted. Second, I have evidence," Derek replied, somehow more serious than he had ever tried to be in his life.

"Derek, I hate to tell you this but... that is positively ridiculous, even by my standards." Pierre crossed their arms.

"Hey! I have evidence so I didn't just come in with this claim and have nothing to back it up." Derek was standing as if that would make him look taller or make his point stick. "But you have to be ready to listen to me and take it somewhat seriously."