Something About You

Chapter 2: Extravagent Stories

East Hill High was just like any other high school. Rundown, filthy, and full of a bunch of snobby kids that are either full of themselves, or kids that are actually going to go places. I like to think of myself as one of the latter, but I don't see myself going anywhere in the near future except to my kitchen.

That aside, I know I'll be able to get into a good college since my grades weren't terrible, I mostly got B's and the occasional A's.

But as I walked into my school that morning, all I could think was that it smelled. Like, rotten eggs or something. I clamped my fingers around my nose as I tried not to gag and ran straight to my locker. The smell was even worse here. Ugh, I was about to puke.

I looked around my shoulder to see my best friend running towards me with her nose plugged and eyes streaming.

"What is this putrid smell!" Faye Merritt, top achiever of practically every class, said to me.

"I have no idea, but if it doesn't leave soon I'm going to puke all over my brand new shoes and then I'll be pissed!" My voice came out sounding nasally and high pitched because of my fingers wrapped around my nose.

"Maybe the lunch ladies had another 'malfunction' again," Faye shivered.

"Oh, God, I hope not! I wasn't able to eat fish again for two whole months after that!" I coughed, the smell was disgusting my poor nostrils.

"We should go ask Mr. Evans if he knows what it is," Faye suggested. I nodded my head fervently, wanting to know what this awful stench was.

We walked down the hall to one of the most known math teachers of the school's classroom. We decided to ask him what the smell was because he always knew about everything that went on around the school. He knew all the gossip and knew who was dating who and always knew what fashion trends were popular. Most people at the school loved him because he was not as strict as the other teachers but I personally didn't like him that much because he didn't teach well at all and I always got low grades in his class.

As Faye and I continued down the hall the smell was getting even worse, if that was possible.

"You might as well shoot me now," I muttered
to Faye, the strong odor becoming almost unbearable.

We finally reached his classroom and knocked on the door. Mr. Evans opened the door with a hand held to his nose. "Ah, girls. You must be wondering what this awful smell is, right? You're the eleventh person that has asked me already."

We both nodded our heads, hands also covering our noses.

"Well, some ignorant student thought it would be funny if they pranked me and made my classroom and entire school smell like rotten eggs!" Mr. Evans ground out. "Look!" He pointed out of the window that faced a brick wall. It had the words spray painted on it, 'thanks for giving me an F on my calculus paper, dickhead!' There was also a rather quite small penis drawn next to the words. "They even vandalized the school and wrote inappropriate words!"

I snorted. The vandalism part was kind of funny but the whole rotten egg thing was just irritating. No need to make the whole school smell like shit for a stupid F.

"Oh well, sorry Mr. Evans. I hope you have fun cleaning that off but I have to go!" I checked the invisible watch on my left wrist. "Class in two minutes!" I grimaced and tried to send an apologetic look before I grabbed Faye's arm and dragged her down the hall with me.

I really didn't want to stay long enough to where he would ask for us to help him clean up.

Faye giggled beside me. "You have to admit though, that was kind of funny. I wonder who did it though?" She queried.