Five Nights At Freddy's (A Story Called Lucky Rabbits' Foot)

new freinds, old foes

As Chelsea walked into the gym, she saw everyone huddled at the bleachers. She walked to the other side of the gym where they were. “where is the teacher?” she wondered aloud. “he’s grabbing the basketballs for a free-day.” the boy beside her had said. He was a short boy with medium length hair and dark blue eyes that looked directly into Chelsea’s. “sorry, names’ Johnathan, but you can call me john.” John wore a pair of black and red shorts with a sports jersey. What the team that was on the shirt was, Chelsea didn’t really care to concern herself with. “hey John, its nice to meet you. I’m Chelsea. Are you in the 7th grade class? I’ve never seen you before.” Chelsea asked. “oh yea, well no actually I’m in 8th grade, but my class went on a fieldtrip” john states, rubbing the back of his neck. “wait, how come you didn’t go?” Chelsea asked, confused. “I had too many days in detention” jack said. “so, hey, what other classes do you have?” john said, changing the subject out of embarrassment. "well my 1st period is-" before Chelsea could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a loud and booming voice coming from the other side of the gym. “alright everyone! Today was a surprise free-day for our class.” Mr. Thompson, their gym teacher had stated. He was a tall and booming man. He wore sweat pants and one of the school’s shirts that can be bought at the school’s merch shop or online. He had grey hair, and was balding at the top. He wore tennis-shoes that were red and white. “so today I want you to play with the basketballs with your friends. However, you do not kick the basketballs, you aren’t in elementary school anymore, so I expect you to act like it” a mumble of chatter was heard amongst the crowd of 7th
graders. “good, so I expect you to all be civilized about it. Well, if there are no further questions, you may grab a ball.” As Mr. Thompson walked away, a crowd of 7th graders rushed to get the best basketballs there. John stayed behind and sat on the bleachers. He pulled out his phone and started playing some unknown game that Chelsea couldn’t see. Instead of grabbing a ball like she would normally do, she walks over to him.
“what are you doing? Don’t you wanna play?” she looks down at the boy, who has slouched between the rows with his back against one of the bleacher seats. “nah, I’m not really athletic. And besides, basketball isn’t my forte” he states, not looking up from his game. “well, what is your forte” she asks. “well, I like videogames” john says, holding up his phone as an example. “well THAT’S a given” she says, rolling her eyes at him. “do you like any other sport? Maybe perhaps volleyball or soccer?” Chelsea goes to sit down beside him. John looks up from his game and turns his phone off, sitting up to look up at Chelsea.
“well, I do like soccer. But he only has out basketballs” he exclaims, putting his hand in the direction of the rack of basketballs. “I’m sure if we just ask, he will gladly give us one.” John thinks on her statement for a moment. “well that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. Plus, the worst he could say is no.” john
says, getting up off of the bleachers. “well, we should go ask then.” Chelsea added. They both get up and walk to Mr. Thompson, who was talking to another teacher. “hello, Mr. Thompson?” Chelsea called out to him. “he turned around to
see Chelsea and john. “yes? Is something wrong?” he asked, with concern in his ocean-like blue eyes. “no sir, but we would like to know if we could use a soccer ball, we wanted to kick a soccer ball, and since you said we can’t kick the basketball’s, we wanted to know if you had a soccer ball.” Chelsea explained, with john nodding shyly behind her. “of course! Thank you for asking so politely Chelsea. It’s very kind of you.” Mr. Thompson pulled out a soccer ball from the supply closet, spinned it on his index finger, and handed it to Chelsea. “here ya go!” he said. “Thank you, sir, we appreciate it.” Both Chelsea and john walked away with the soccer ball in hand “are you ready?” Chelsea asked john as she set the ball on the ground ready to kick it in his direction. “heck yea dude.” John exclaimed whilst backing away to kick the ball. “here it… goes!” Chelsea said, Kicking it on the last word. They played all of gym class until it was time to go to next class. When the bell for
the class to end, Chelsea picked up the soccer ball, gave it one strong bounce with her knee, and caught it. When she caught it, she handed it to john, who was right beside her, walking with her to the entrance of the gym. She handed the ball to Mr. Thompson, who took it from her. “thank you for bringing it back to me, instead of leaving it.” He gestured to the dozens of abandoned balls on the gym
floor. At least you two where responsible enough to do the right thing. He said, walking to the nearest ball and picking it up. “now if you will excuse me, I need to pick up some basketballs before the 4th period class comes.” John walked to the gym doors, which have rusted with age and now have given way to a sickly brown. “come on, we should go before we’re late for class.” 4th period, the last class of the day. To others it would’ve been a relief, but to Chelsea, it was going to be stressful. Chelsea wasn’t the type to care about her grades, but she did believe that grades mattered at least somewhat. She was a C-average student, barely scraping by in biology as-is. She needed to pass this test before grades where sent home. “Home” as if she could even call it that, not
anymore. Her uncle was a ruthless man. But really, he wasn’t a man at all, more like a little child who acted out when he didn’t get his way. Constantly verbally harassing Chelsea or throwing or hitting things when he didn’t get his way. His actions didn’t scare Chelsea, she just found it annoying. She could leave and return to the house
when she wanted of course. He made it known to her that he did not care about her in the slightest. Only staying because he needed a home and she needed an adult authority figure. He was a lost cause. Constantly banking off of her father when he was alive for money and food. He would also sometimes stay for shelter when he had none. She didn’t know the man well, but she felt uneasy when he came around. When her mother died, her father made a will out of fear of what had happened to her mother. Her dad had decided that, when the time came if she was over 18, she would own the house. his retirement money that he had saving up would go
into paying for the house. As well as for college or any other things she needed. According to CPS, she was a minor and still needed a guardian. So, then came her
uncle. But soon after her uncle came, regret followed. He spent the money her dad had given her for college, the house, and everything else for her future- on alcohol, and cigarette’s. she also wouldn’t put it past him to use it for drugs. But if he did do drugs, he made sure she wouldn’t know. everything that she had, her uncle owned for the next 5 years. she knew she wouldn’t get a single thing her father left for her. She couldn’t imagine
overthrowing her uncle and kicking him out like the trash he was. she still cared for him. Even though he couldn’t care less about her. As she walked down the hall to her biology class she ran into Anthony, He looked tired, like he had been up all-night studying. But that couldn’t be, she just saw him an hour ago, he seemed fine then. “hey, what’s wrong?” she asked, jogging to walk beside him, concern on her face. He looked up to see Chelsea, who looked like a sweaty mess. “well, math class is extra boring, so I might’ve fell asleep.” He said looking down to her, smiling a sheepish smile. “but hey, studies show the more sleep you get before a test, the more you focus.” He laughed a small laugh, like even he didn’t believe what he was saying. “I think they mean a good night’s rest, not a 30-minute nap before the test. I feel like that would make you more tired, if anything.” She said, opening the door to biology class. “yea, I think you right about that.” Anthony said, before they both passed through the door. Biology had always been a loud kind of place. Paper airplanes zoomed through the air, girls braiding other girls’ hair, other kids in the back, talking about the latest videogame. It was never a peaceful place, and when Mr. Smith was gone, it was even worse. As the noise filled Anthony’s and Chelsea’s ears, they found their seats. They sat
next to each other in the front row on the right side of the class. There were long, black tables that the students used in all of the science classes. There where 4 by 4 rows and each table had 2 chairs at each. Behind Chelsea and Anthony where the school’s local jerks, harper and Lucy. There was a trio, but their other friend Percy, was in another class Harper was the ring leader, she was the one that ran things in their group. Her mother was a business woman, what she did exactly, Chelsea didn’t know. She was pretty rich compared to all of the other kids in the school. She had moved recently, just last year, from New York. She was a cheerleader, like Charlie. But
because she wasn’t the captain of the team, she targeted Charlie. when she found out Charlie and Chelsea where best friends, she went after Chelsea as well.
“Ew, look what the hairless cat dragged in!” harper snickered, her lackey following her lead. Harper wasn’t tall, but she wasn’t small either. She had brown hair with blonde highlights that stretched to her mid back. She had pale grey eyes that gave
off a blue hue. she wore checkered rainbow vans shoes and skinny jeans. She had
a baby blue colored hoodie on that said the word “VIBES”.
Lucy wore the exact same shoes, she liked to follow after harper in every way possible. She had brown hair that faded into a light red at the middle and end, her eyes where a light brown that matched the color of fallen leaves in the middle of fall. She wore a pair of black leggings and a yellow and white jacket. The color combo looked like mustard, ketchup and mayo. She snickered to herself. “what are YOU laughing at trash hair?” Lucy chimed in, giving Chelsea the evil eye. Chelsea wasn’t going to say anything rude, but now that Lucy brought up the incident that happened last month- where one of harpers little followers decided to throw a banana peel at her head in the middle of biology class- she decided to let her know what was on her mind. “oh nothing, just the fact that you look like a condiment factory.” Chelsea said, looking at Anthony, He snickered silently. Lucy gasped and opened her mouth to say something when Mr. smith opened the door and walked in. “good evening!” Mr. Smith announced, his voice booming and loud. “today we have a pop quiz!” everyone except for Anthony and chelsea groaned out of annoyance. Mr. smith was short and old, he had grey hair and wore button down sweaters and cargo shorts. His eyes bore a dark grey, similar to that of cloudy skies. He was a jolly old man who seemed to be the
only one who cared about the class. “alrighty then, I know you all don’t like these random quizzes, but I believe it helps
keep focus.” He paced back and forth in front of the smart board, keeping an even and steady pace. “you all have nothing to fear” he said, as he pulled out a stack of
papers and started to handed them out “that is, if you have been studying and doing your work.” When he said that, he laid mine and Anthony’s papers on the table in front of us. We grabbed our papers and looked at each other. Finally, Mr. Smith finished passing the papers out, explaining the quiz like how he
did every time. “if there are no questions for this test, then you all may begin.” He said, sitting back in his seat, typing away at the computer doing what, Chelsea didn’t know. As we all rustled around, grabbing pencils, Chelsea felt a paper airplane fly past her head and land in the floor. Wow, very mature Chelsea thought. When she turned around to see who did it, she saw harper and Lucy snickering. figures she thought again rolling her eyes.

Well, here goes nothing…