School Creepypasta

5: Classes

—Valley POV—

The front or the back?
I brushed my hair.
The front or the back?
I grabbed my book and followed Toby to get breakfast while reading tiredly.
The front or the back?
I ignored everything as I sat next to Toby for breakfast, him asking why I wasn't eating.
"The front or the back?"

"What?"

"Did I say that out loud?"

Suddenly Toby laughed and I looked up from my book.

"What do you mean, 'Front or back'?" Toby asked with his laugh. He wasn't wearing his mask, an ugly scar was on his left cheek, meaning I was sitting on his right to avoid it. I was glad to be able to see his smiles. Also, I was not feeling okay with the idea of dying—

"Nothing much, just where I'll sit in 'class'." I made sure to make it sound like it was going to be. Not actual class.

"Just like you said," Toby recalled earlier this morning, "It's not really school, if people bully you, just kill them."

"I never said that," I mumbled with a frown.

"You implied it," Toby pointed out before grabbing a waffle and putting one on my plate. "And you should eat, breakfast is important!"

Class started, and I must admit it looked like school.
There were desks, and there was a blackboard.

When the blue masked person walked in, the entire classroom froze.
Just the person next to me didn't. He was staring down at his desk darkly.

The whispers died down, but the scared faces remained.
I tried not to stare in fear, and opted to stare at the desk as well.

"Hi," the blue masked person said awkwardly, "I'm... supposed to teach you about..." he pointed to the board, "the human body?"

I looked up in realisation, "You mean biology?"

The blue masked person shook his head, "More like... healing? But hurting as well, not biology, no."

I sighed in disappointment. There goes the 'just like normal school' vibe.

"Well, I'm E.J," the blue masked person said, "I've got you all books, it's mostly theory in this class. Im supposed to give you the knowledge... I don't really care if you listen to what I say. It's your own fault if you die and stuff..."

God so awkward. You could hear how bad E.J didn't want to be here.

We all got books and I started reading. The person next to me as well started reading.

I decided to be social.
"What's your name?"

The person looked up. "I'm Charley." He looked tired, like he didn't get a good nights sleep. Maybe I should leave him to be tired instead of bothering him...

I nodded and introduced myself in turn and looked back at the book. This was getting sad.

E.J opened his own one and sat down on top of the desk in the front.
"Chapter one is all about shit that you're already supposed to know, we'll skip it, chapter two is where it gets interesting," E.J seemed to get more interested as well as he explained in his own words about good ways to kill a person.

Even though the subject was dark, I listened intently, using my notebook for notes and doodles. I would pass this class... if it was a thing, it should be easy!

— Charley POV—

As the person next to me made notes, I had my eyes down at the book. E.J was a good teacher. Sure awkward at first, but less bad once he started explaining.
I glanced at the notes Valley took. Her green eyes glanced up and down with interest about the subject, the doodles in her notebook matching the subject in all the cutest ways.

I would have smiled, but the idea of someone being excited about murder had me want to throw up. Thinking about bad deeds, and doing them... it was different. Nobody had told me about the guilt I now felt... not to speak of the memory of it that kept popping up in my head. What if Denise is judging me from whatever death is?

Once E.J handed out working sheets, Valley smiled at him.
"Thanks," she said casually, her focus still on her notes as she compared them to the book.

E.J let out a weird noise before he moved on. I glanced sideways, but then turned to his worksheet. Other people shouldn't be my concern. I will end up dead, or killing them anyway.

—Valley POV—

The second class I stood next to Charley again. He seemed alright, I think, he wasn't bothering me and that was enough.

Stood, as in standing, because there were no seats. Instead we stood around someone with a pale face and scars on either side off his mouth.

"Combat training!"

That's exactly what it was. Charley seemed afraid of this teacher, despite not showing much fear off the other.
Even though I wasn't the best, I still managed to not get yelled at by the teacher guy, called Jeff.

It was only when I had dinner that I really managed a smile again.
Toby was cheering about the class he had taught to use heavy weapons.

"Someone chopped off his arm! It want even on purpose!"

My smile dropped a bit, "Are they okay—"

"Better for you if they aren't."

I knew the truth. Once I would actually start to... kill... I would probably know it better.
At seeing my mood drop, Toby sighed.

"Come on, I'll show you the library."

My eyes lighter up before I remembered, "Whaf about the group? Can you leave them now?"

"They're eating, I'm sure it's fine, let's be quick!" Toby said with a smile.

As he ordered me to run, we ran to the library and Toby showed me a large wooden door. We pushed it open and my eyes touched the huge amount of old books.

"Holy cheese of cows."

"Cheese? Cows?" Toby questioned.

"Shush," I smiled again, "I'm in heaven."

Toby chuckled and gestured to the door, "I'm going again, if you're not in the dorm in an hour I'll have to come get you and drag you to one of the dungeons, okay?"

Already reading the rugs of the books, I nodded, "Perfect."

And it was at in that moment, pretty much perfect. If only outside the doors no murderers walked...