Rest In Darkness

- Chapter Two -

April 9, 2023

Current location: King's house, Ladysmith

7:29 am

BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

I shot up and turned off my alarm. The morning sunlight shone onto my face. I got out of bed and walked towards the closet. I pulled on blue jeans, red undershirt, and blue hoodie. I walked down stairs and walked into the dining room and saw my father and sister drinking coffee and chatting amongst themselves.

"Good morning champ" my father said as he saw me take a seat next to them. My sister Riley was up a little too early. She never wakes up during this time.

"Your up early?'' I asked my sister.

My sister looked at me with concern for some reason.

"I got a new job," she said happily.

I looked at her surprised and said "Really? That's great!!!"

She didn't respond so I asked my next question "what job?"

For some reason she looks uncomfortable "I'm working with dad"

My dad worked as the principal of a ladysmith. I hated going to school because of the embarrassment. And now Riley was going to work there!

"What?" i said shocked and confused

"I will be a assistant for Mrs bankel" she said calmly

Now this was really starting to piss me off. Bankel of all people why her! Everyone hated her! She was an annoying narcissistic jerk!

I tried to be calm and civilized "OK"

"Do you want me to drive you to school?" my dad asked

I stood up and said in a low voice "I can bike there"

My father went to say something but I quickly exited the house through the back door. I pulled my bike out of the shed and popped on a pair of headphones as I rode the backstreet Park Ave E road.

The streets were silent and almost dead except for the fact that it started raining a little. I really wasn't scared of a little rain. I was scared about the fact that my sister was now working with the worst teacher in the world, Mrs Bankel or her full name is Josephine Dam Bankel. Now the reason why so many people despise Mrs Bankel is because she is; a narcissistic, bully, jerk, irritating, Mean, Moody, Obnoxious, Outrageous, Pedantic, Pretentious, Rambling, Rash, Resentful, Sarcastic, and Self-absorbed. So yeah she's not a good teacher. Oh and to make things worse she has a son named Adam Bankel and he is a lot more dull headed than her. he eats a bag of cookie powder

Everyday.

But there is one person even worse than both of them. An older boy named Chuck Morgan or what we like to call him "the bull". he is a man with a burly, masculine head with blond coarse hair, a heavy jaw, and with heavy muscling in the neck and shoulders. He looks like a comic book villain on steroids. I always dreaded running into him because he always just beats the sh-

My thoughts were interrupted by a bullish scream from behind me "Hey Twigg!"

I turned to see a bright red truck slam into my bike causing me to go flying into the ditch. I was little bruised but I was not dying at least. I heard Chuck hop out of his truck and approach me.

"Oops sowwy" chuck said in a mocking tone. I tried standing up but Chuck kicked me back down. He then kicked me in the face giving me a nice cut.

"Haha you fa-" chuck's monologue was cut short as a car honked at us and my sister jumped out of the car.

"Ah if it isn't the bi-" Chuck's monologue was yet again cut short as he was met with a fist to his face. Chuck staggered back a little.

"See ya later twiggy" chuck said as he ran back into his truck and then he sped off.

"Jerk!" Riley shouted. Riley looked at me and then at my bike

"I'll drive you to school" she said, picking up my bike which was bent in half. I hopped into her truck passenger seat. As I looked out of my window I saw Chris watching us through his house window. I wave at him. But he just closed the curtain.

"Okay lets go" Riley said as she hopped into the truck driver seat. She then drove off towards the school. Why was Chris acting weird?

Chris closed the window curtain as he saw that Jason saw him. Suddenly he heard scratching at his back door. "Pickles" Chris grumbled to himself. Pickles was his great Dane dog.

As Chris approached the door he saw that the dog's skin was torn and blood oozed out of the cracks. Chris started freaking out thinking that pickles must have gotten into a fight. Chris opened the door to let pickles in but the dog lunged at him causing him to fall onto the floor. Foam dripped from pickles mouth. Chris held the dog's face back as it lunged on top of him and attempted to bite him. The dog chomped down on Chris's hand.

"What the hell's gotten into you!" Chris shouted as he kicked it in the chest. The dog went flying back outside and Chris closed the door quickly.

"What the hell!" Chris shouted at the dog who was scratching at the door violently. Chris suddenly felt a stinging pain in his biting hand. Chris looked at his bite wound and saw that the bite was indeed deep and it had reached some bone, blood gushed out. And it hurt like hell.

Chris hurried off to the bathroom and put a bandage over it. "I'm sure I'm fine" he grumbled to himself