The Day that Supernatural Got Schooled

Part 2: After Lunch

After lunch I talked with my best friend Piper Halpert. After lunch we are always bouncy and crazy. We talk about the latest episode of the Office. We laugh at the moment when Dwight did I "fire drill" where he lit a real fire and locked all of the doors. After Piper goes to her locker I trudge back to my locker. I grab my sweater again (the rain is making everything cold) my math textbook and its companioning spiral and head off to math class. We are working on a C.S.I. math investigation packet and we find out it was Bao who's favorite number is 0. It is really fun but so challenging when we do 18 billion nine-hundred and ninety nine million, fifty three thousand and seven-hundred and fifty nine divided by 440 multiplied by 440 without a calculator. But eventually my table group figures it out. Next I pack up all of my stuff from my locker. My backpack throws me off guard and I almost fall on my face. The rain thunders and the entire hallway gives a quick scream. I quickly get with Piper and we make our way through the pouring rain to the mobile where our classroom is. I wipe off my muddy shoes onto the grated metal stairs. I rush into the room to flee from the dark sky. We start on our warm up which is naming all of the states in the U.S. I finish it in minutes before I put my nose into a book. One of my favorites at the moment. Sherlock Holmes the original one volume edition. I just started reading when over the intercom I hear, "Tornado touch down please get to a safe area. Tornado alert, tornado alert, tornado alert. We turn off the lights close the door. I grab my book and my sweater and get in a line. We walk in a line into the school, and sit down in a line me and Piper are close to the door.
"TORNADO TOUCHDOWN STAY IN YOUR AREA!! TORNADO TOUCHDOWN STAY IN YOUR AREA!"

          I hear people scream but stay still. Suddenly the big, metal, heavy doors fly out of the frame. One by one the lights in a line in the ceiling explode out, almost like a movie. I see a silhouette of a man wearing some sort of trench coat like the 10th doctor or Captain Jack Harkness. Thunder flashes as a shadow of wings appear against the glass behind him. I hear some people crying behind me.

"My name is Castiel. I'm an angel of the Lord, and you need to evacuate."

My breath momentarily leaves me. I take a sharp breath in as his eyes scan the room.

"What about the tornado?"

"What tornado? Oh you mean me? I am just here with my boyfriend and his brother trying to hunt a ghost that is in your school."

  At this point I feel my nervousness subside. This is a prank.

"This is a prank." I suck the words back in and cringe about what I just did. I mean everybody knew the story that the ghosts of our school.

"By what do you mean?" Castiel asks raising an eyebrow and turning a head.

       I start to shake. He looked serious. I felt myself standing up.

"The story that ghosts haunt our school, everybody knows that. You know as legend has it." I distinctively pull a bit of my lip into my mouth . Holding it there whilst nibbling at it.

He leans close to my face. His breath smells like peppermint. "Tell me."

         I realize that at this point that I am standing up with my knees slightly quivering. After taking a sharp breath in, I open my mouth and say, "W-when the school was first built they had homeless people and people in homeless places to go and build up the school for money." I felt the room get a little bit colder.

       Castiel nodded his head for me to continue.

           I took a long deep breath. "But one day the people were about to finish the cafeteria. They just needed to fill in the concrete about 40 feet deep. It was scheduled for the next morning at 6 am. Two of the homeless men decided that they would stay at the sight and sleep in the hole. Looking up at the stars. The next morning the concrete came early so they put it in at 5:30. They did not know the two men were down there. They searched for the next two weeks for the missing workers. But the people were trapped under 40 feet of concrete. So it is said that the school is haunted by their ghosts."

       Castiel's eyes open wide. I could have sworn that I saw a person's image flicker in the corner of my eye.

    I turned my head slightly until I was shocked by another voice.

"Cas have you found anything on the ghosts yet?"

    Looking at the doorway again I see a tall man. He had long mousy brown hair and had to be at least 6"4. He came quickly around the corner and hit his head on the top door frame. He immediately fell backwards. A shot gun tumbles out of his hands.

     I whimper silently. Where are the teachers?

Suddenly a large laugh echoes down from the hallway.