Meet Me Here Tomorrow (EXTRAORDINARILY SLOW UPDATES, NOT KIDDING)

Evil Old Woman Strikes

"So....."

Began Al, not knowing what to start the conversation off with. He and Gina were both at their lockers, which were conveniently located adjacent to each other.

Gina didn't respond as she busily shuffled through the random array of items in her locker.

Swinging the door slightly to look at his reflection in Gina's locker mirror, Albert was not surprised to see that he was covered in blood. Nose blood to be exact. It was a good thing that he stopped bleeding already, Al thought as he pushed the locker door back to its original position.

The awkward silence continued as Albert looked expectantly at Gina, who still had her head stuffed into her locker, looking for something.

After a few more minutes of watching Gina dig through her mess of a locker, Al inquired, "What are you looking for anyway? Class is going to star-"

"Aha! I found it!" Gina cried triumphantly as she fished out a large grandma bag from under the rubble of her domain. "Here, it's a good thing I keep extra clothes with me Al! Now you won't have to go around the school throughout the whole morning looking like you brutally slaughtered someone."

Al frowned. " I don't look like I murdered anyone!" He exclaimed in denial.

Gina looked at him, rose her eyebrow and looked at his shirt. When she didn't say anything, Al knew that his shirt was covered in blood and began to blush. "Okay! Fine, I do look like I killed someone but a tree attacked me!"

Before Gina could even laugh at him and say something (no one will ever know what she was going to say now), the PA dinged.

"Will Christopher Blake, Albert Finn and Gina Medley please report to the the principal's office," the nasally congested secretary announced. "Christopher Blake, Albert Finn and Gina Medley."

Gina and Al both heaved a great sigh and walked to the office, other students staring at them as they went. It wasn't the first time they were called to the office, the two best friend were well-known for their jokes and some mild pranks. Also since they were both short and looked alike, physically (scrawny, short, dark hair, blue eyes); they were often mistaken as siblings. Gina could already hear the rumours circling around them.

Once they reached the pukey green office door, it swung open to reveal a very angry Ms. Simmons, Gina Medley's across the street neighbour.

Ms. Simmons was a skinny and retired old woman, obsessed with nutrition, weight lifting and being angry all the time. She was terrifying beyond reason! It was terrible enough for Gina to wake up every morning with the sunlight streaming through her window on her face, but whenever she got up to close the blinds, she could see Ms. Simmons across the street, doing push-ups and sit-ups on her lawn and sweating profusely. How that old dinosaur had that much energy, Gina didn't know but she had a theory that, like the Hulk, Ms. Simmons used her anger to power everything that she did.

Al swears that he once saw Ms. Simmons crush her garbage bin with her bare hands one afternoon that he had stayed home sick. Right at that moment as she stormed through the door, she looked like an angry bull, about to charge.

"YES, THIS IS THE ONE WHO WAS PLAYING IN THE STREET!" Ms. Simmons cried with vigour and she pointed at a petrified Gina. "YOUNG LADY, YOU WILL BE SUSPENDED!"

"What did I do?" Croaked Gina, her throat dry as sand, from terror.

Before Ms. Simmons could continue her rant, the equally old principal, Mr. Yelder came out of the office looking as if he was about to pee himself as he mustered up the courage to defend the startled girl.

"N-now, now Abigail. Calm down, I'm s-sure that Miss Medley meant n-no harm!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? SHE WAS THE REASON MY CAR SWERVED OFF THE ROAD!"
Screeched the enraged old woman, "JOSHUA, REMEMBER THAT I CAN HURT YOU LIKE IN FOURTH GRADE."

Turning an embarrassing shade of pink, Mr Yelder cowered. "P-perhaps she will g-get a p-p-punishment b-but isn't suspension too h-harsh?" He stuttered, looking like Ms. Simmons would impale him with a giant pitchfork at any moment.

Luckily for Mr. Yelder, the furious geezer's attention was diverted when Christopher Blake calmly strided down the hall towards them, clearly taking his sweet time.

"AND YOU, YOU WERE PART OF THE DESTRUCTION OF MY CAR!" Screamed the old woman at the bored looking teenage boy.

In awe, Al, Gina and Mr. Yelder gazed at the old woman as she yelled and screamed at Chris. Normally, after 3 minutes of yelling from Ms. Simmons, you would be sobbing in a corner while wallowing in self-pity.

Everyone who knew Abigail Simmons would rather take on the harshest criticisms of Gordon Ramsey and Simon Cowell at the same time than be yelled at by her.

Astoundingly, Chris was completely straight-faced as he took blow after blow of her confidence wounding comments. Finally when the Simmons Monster calmed, Chris calmly stated, "I understand your situation about the car and I assure you that I will handle the cost of the repairs. Now, please see yourself out and buys some Tic Tacs. Your breath desperately needs one."

Gina's jaw dropped. As did Al's and the principal's. No one has ever spoken to Ms. Simmons like that and the nasally congested secretary could be seen putting on a hockey helmet and ducking behind her work desk. Ms. Simmons was also shocked. She turned eggplant purple and the spectators of the battle braced themselves for the explosive evil that had been provoked. The secretary in the office grabbed the telephone receiver, ready to call paramedics.

A moment of silence passed and Ms. Simmons....

Laughed! She was cackling! Out of breath, she tried to say something, but couldn't! Everyone was stunned at her reaction. There, in the hallway, the most terrifying woman alive, was hunched over, peals of laughter escaping her mouth.

Regaining her composure, Ms. Simmons stood up, wiping tears from her eyes. "No one has ever spoken to me like that before!" She smiled. "You have guts young man, I give you that." Then she straightened her skinny self and walked toward the exit.

Everyone let out a collective breath of air. Mr. Yelder stood up straighter and addressed Christopher. "Well, Mr. Blake. I don't know how you did it but you saved us all. Thank you for that but," Mr. Yelder's stern demeanour returned, "I heard that you and Miss Medley have caused quite an accident this morning."

The relief that Gina felt moments ago quickly faded. "S-sir! I didn't mean to! I was just-". Mr. Yelder cut her off with a wave of his hand. " It is all right, I will let you two off with a warning and a call to both your parents. Now get to class. Also, Albert, put on a new shirt."