The Monster Under the Bed || Kickthestickz

Why Does Everything Happen When I'm Asleep?

"We should totally just stab Caesar!" I scream, slamming my pencil down in frustration.

"Okay," Pj sighs, propping himself up from his laying position on my bed. "When is it you're gunna stop quoting movies and let me help you?"

"I mean I get who Caesar is but what's the idea of March, I mean how can month have ideas?" I continue, pulling my right sock from my foot, balling it up and hurling it at the boy opposite me.

"Stop!" Pj chuckles, lobbing my sock back, only for it to knock over the pot of drawing pencils next to me. "Now that is Mean Girls and Hairspray you've quoted is there a limit to your madness!?"

"The limit does not exist!" I mumble, turning round and glaring at my paper again.

"Ay Caramba," I hear Pj whisper before he moves a chair next to mine and begins reading what I have written.

"Oh, so you speak Spanish, now?" I question, getting no response from the boy next to me apart from a subtle wink. Blushing, I turn my head in the other direction, awaiting the heat to die down from my cheeks.

I hear the smooth scratching of my pencil against paper as he corrects something in my work. "Well, you're not a very good teacher then are you?" I begin, voice light-hearted and jovial. "Aren't teacher's supposed to make me work out my own mistakes?"

"Well, aren't you actually supposed to listen in History class?" he sighs, furrowing his eyebrows together in middle.

"Yeah, I know but I'm in the lesson with Lincoln and he still really doesn't like me. He's basically a slinky; not really good for much but he would bring a smile to my face if he got pushed down the stairs." I fold my arms, and yawn loudly.

"There is nothing wrong with Link; he's just a shy person that's all. Plus, you're tired. You need to take a nap."

Forcefully I shake my head but allow myself to follow Pj's gentle lead as he pulls me onto my bed. "I don't wanna. I'm scared," my voice whines and wavers, stifled with tiredness.

"You hardly got any sleep in the night. It's been three weeks since Christmas and I don't think I have seen you sleep through once since then."

He was right; I was horribly sleep-deprived. Letters were being sent home and teachers were getting seriously angry about the slow decline in my work since the holidays. I let my eyes droop and my head snuggle into Pj's ugly woollen sweater as his arms wrap around my body.

When I wake the room was empty, only muffled speaking could be heard from outside the door. Instinctively, I roll over on my side and flop my head down to check the dark space under my bed.

Nothing.

I place my feet gently on the floor and heave my body from the mattress. The voices get progressively easier to hear as i shuffle my way to the door. Until it swings brashly open and loud shouts fill the air.

"Alright, you slint-head! I get it, okay? I'm not stupid," someone screams. I rub my eyes slowly, readjusting to the circumstances in front me. How long had I been asleep?

"What's happening?" I wonder aloud, turning to face whoever has barged in the room, screaming and shouting. It was Dan. No surprise there really, he's always causing a ruckus wherever he goes.

"Nothing much, really. A fight broke out below your window so Pj climbed down and stopped it. It was pretty serious, too. He managed-"

"Is he hurt!?"

"No, but for some reason the stupid supply teacher that was on hall-patrol saw him climb from the tree and sees that worse than the actual fight," he stopped. Took a deep breath, ruffled his hair and then continued. "They're thinking of expelling him. For being a danger to other students or some shit."