Caw! Caw! Caw! I groan as I sit up in my bed, I glance at my clock to see a gleaming 5:30. Perfect, enough time to get ready, eat breakfast, and get my mom to drive me to the class's destination. If you're confused, our school's 7th grade class gets to spend the last week of school at a very old boarding school, and they are calling it "Field Trip". A long "Field Trip"
After getting ready and such it's time to start the "Trip" to the school. It's about a hour and a half long drive, to the countryside, in the middle of no where. Pretty sketchy if you ask me.
After a seemingly short ride I get out the car and immediately get a horrible feeling in my gut, as if I've been kicked by a horse... Weird, well I can't turn back now can I? I walk to the school gate and turn around to see my mom and her car gone. Super weird! Mom usually kisses me goodbye, plus I heard no car pull off. That was kinda spooky.
I take a deep breath and walk into the gates...
"Hey! Nia!"
I snap my attention to my friend Emil.
"Hey Nia! I cant believe you came!"
"You know how my mother is when she wants me to do something."
Emil nodded his head in sympathy. " Same situation here."
After 15 minutes of pointless conversation a man I assume to be the principal of the school steps out and onto the staircase. He was dressed in a black suit with a red tie that had intricate designs on it that anyone else would overlook. Despite his creepy,balding, crippled appearance he seemed like he could be a nice man.
He clapped very loudly and all eyes were on him. "Welcome to Cottonjacket High! Starting, today you, will be living, here." A couple students laughed at his mistake. He looked like he didn't acknowledge his mistake. The students stopped laughing and one raised their hand, Dyanhne . Also one of my friends.Very observant. " Don't you mean staying for a week? and why do you keep pausing in between words? Are you okay?"
"No, I meant, what, I said, and I, do not pause, between my, words. Furthermore you, all will, be living, here eternally.
Again I heard the cackles of the crowd but this time it was accompanied with the nervous chatter of others. Emil leaned over to me and whispered "Is this man okay? He seems kinda... off. Plus that awful sense of humor." I only nodded in response. I was still listening.
BBBBBRRRRRIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!
A bell rings from a place even I didn't notice. "Whoops! That's the entrance bell! Come on in guys!"
Ummmm, WHAT? he just turned into a different person! It seems like a lot of other people noticed too.
Principal suddenly seems nervous and darts into the school...weird.
We don't know where we're going so we all wander around a bit. This school is very old-timey, like mid evil times old. We all group back up and start walking down a hallway.
"YOU FOOL!" Smack!We walk in just in time to see an unknown man hit Principal hard enough to draw blood.
"They needed to be warned! They're only children!"
"YOU INCOMPETENT BUTLER!" wait, Principals a butler?
STOMP. Bones crack.
"Wait! spare me Principal!"
The real Principal turns and grabs a knife from the table. "What's done is done."
Gush. A lot of red comes spurting out at the place of contact like a broken dam.
Principal looks up and stands "Oh, sorry, didn't see you guys there."
A boy speaks up. Carnell, another friend, Football player. "What do you mean I didn't see you there?!? This isn't an info commercial! You killed another human being!"
Principal didn't skip a beat and ignored his statement as a maid started to clean and remove the body.
"Sorry you had to witness that."
Principal turned around but he was masked.
"But never mind that." He said pulling out a handkerchief and wiping his hands. "This school is currently being filled with poisonous gas. The doors to the outside are locked. If you want to get out you will search the school for clues that relate to the combination, you have 3 tries. Fail them all an the doors will lock permanently. Big no-no. You have 15 minutes, don't get out in time and well...
Principal turns around and walks to a doorway, replaces his mask with a gas mask and stops.
"You all know what poison does."
"The game starts...."
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"Now."
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The Field Trip of 701
HorrorA "Field Trip" A Murder. A Betrayal. A Damnation. A Grim Past. Will Class 701 Survive the tragedies of Cottonjacket High?