Freak Week Day 3: A Ducking Disaster

A Ducking Disaster

The mysterious figure exposed himself, walking out of the shadows and into the light of the basement. Goosebumps ran down my arms, there were chills down my spine and the hairs on my neck stood up. All eyes were glued to the door and the man walking through it.

"Fun storm, eh?" The voice had asked. "What are you all looking at?"

The man was not the zombie or killer we had all imagined in our minds where we were the cast of a cliche teenage horror-movie. It was the one and only Mr.Temp!

He was everyone's favorite teacher. He taught everything from drama to gym. The man was a legend in our grade. He was super chill, never forced essays or reports on us and loved to "hang and learn the ways of the youngsters" - as he put it. 

Banana and I thought he was cool enough, but Marmie had an ongoing feud with Mr.T. She hated him for one reason, and it was because of cheerleading squad. 

"In my early days as a Junior," Marmie would tell me, "my one dream was to be the lead cheerleader. When I found out Mr.T was our judge, I thought 'for sure Marms, you got this', but let me tell you about this misleading SOB right here, Lace. I barely got through half my try out when he told me my 'back spring was baloney sandwiches' and that I 'might as well be a Destiny's Child background dancing reject.'"

Banana and I believed her and tended to keep our distance from Mr.T, but the other girls in our school did quite the opposite. With him being in his late 20s, all the girls (except our Holy Trinity) had crushes on him.

Speaking of crushes...Crush passed by me to go and shake hands with Mr.T. I watched how his strong finger-nail painted hand firmly gripped Mr.T's and how his biceps bulged slightly as the shaking motion commenced. I watched as he flipped his hair slightly, so the lights sparkled off of the blues and created a beautiful oceanic like scene within his-

"Hey Lace, everything alright?" He said awkwardly. Something had happened yesterday before the cellos knocked us out...I had just barely caught myself from saying that I loved him. I had heard him start to say something back, but I doubt he heard me.

I shut my diary. "Yeah, everything's...um...great. Somethin' up?"

"Yeah, Mr.T was just saying that the news updates are coming in right now," he said while putting his hands in his pockets and gesturing for me to follow. I followed him to the group looking into Banana's tablet. 

Just then, I slipped, feeling strong vibrations in the ground. It must've been roughly 9am, with the news stations just picking up breaking news. We felt a huge jolt below us, and we all fell down. When the shaking stopped we got up slowly, coughing and attempting to clear the dust from the air. The tablet was on the ground, and we all gathered around it once more, when Banana said, "here guys, I'll hold it. Just sit around me. There's no point in standing up...I lived in Japan for a few months and learned that after an earthquake there may be after shocks. If we stay down we'll be fine."

We did as we were told and watched the news anchor seemingly unaffected by the quake, "Breaking News coming in from the East Coast area...some kind of earthquake has shaken up the area causing a fault to break open...and..what? Um...there seems to be ducks involved as well." The camera cut to hand-held footage of a crack that had split a highway. With a slight fluttering sound, ducks waddled their way out of the disrupted ground. "Yes, it seems that ducks have emerged from the pressured fault. More updates in a few minutes - remember to stay inside, we'll see you after these commercials." 

We all looked at each other in amazement. That was one of the weirdest things to ever happen in Freak Week. Ducks coming out of the ground? Had they been trapped in their for years and now they're finally being released? How did Freak Week even WORK? That was the real question.