Shakespeare Middle School

Macdeath

Professor Banquo's POV:

The time is 11:23 am on a crisp Monday Morning. The students are becoming restless. That is because they haven't had their medicine. Chaos and anger fills the air as I try to calm them down.

I call for backup as soon as they rise from their seats and begin to corner me. Within a few seconds, a security officer, Mr. Fleance comes storming in and calms them down immediately by injecting them with their daily dose. Oh how I wish things were the same as they once were- before the testing on students, before the paranoia of not knowing what their next move was. The bell rings at 11:30 and the students are off for what we call lunch.

I see Mr. Fleance in the corner of my eye and ignite a friendly conversation to divert the setting from becoming awkward. "How's your day going?" I ask. He replies with, "Good, I'm just waiting for noon." Oh man. I haven't stopped thinking about noon. I'm tired of these hunger crazed students trying to attack me minutes before they are excused to dine. "Here, take this." Mr. Fleance says as he hands me a potion. This must me it I think to myself. This will bring the world back to what it once was and bring me to power. I grin from ear to ear as I thank him. Immediately after, Vice Principal Macbeth casually strolls into the room. He greets us with a smirk, almost as if he is hinting about being ecstatic for what we have planned. "I can't stop thinking about it, I haven't been able to sleep at night." He says, looking down at the cracking cement that is called cement. Maybe he's not the guy we need, I think to myself. At the same time, I've been pretty paranoid about those three creepy cafeteria ladies. Mac suddenly gets a boost of confidence and convinces me to trust in him. I agree, leaving him in the room alone.

Vice Principal Macbeth's POV:

Here I am alone in this room. Hmm, what was I supposed to do? Oh right, call my wife.

"Hey love, How are you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Uh-huuuh."

"Okay that's fine."

"Oh one more thing- can you get me a coffee? I'm feeling a bit dead today."

"Okay, I'll leave as soon as the bell rings."

"Bye love."

Dial tone.

"Hmmm. Maybe I shouldn't do this. He has done nothing wrong to me! He's my employer for god's sake. But then again... things must go back to the way they once were, before all of the testing on the students. Before the chaos and pain that this school endures on a daily basis." I think to myself as I grab the potion that Mr. Fleance has left on one of the students desks. I quickly tuck it in my pocket before I can change my mind.

Bell Rings.

"Here we go..."

Mrs. Macbeth's POV:

"Wow! Getting the security wasted was easier than I'd thought. I feel so alive- like a fire is burning inside my soul- or maybe this is just an adrenaline rush. I hope they don't sober up anytime soon. I would've slipped Principal Duncan the potion if he didn't look so much like my dad. Oh well. Maybe this will help the baby of a man I married actually become a man. What a loser. Why am I even with him?" I rant in the staff restroom near the Principal's office- also where my husband will meet me after he poisons Principal Duncan.

I fix my hair in the mirror and see my husband walk in with a scared look on his face. "It's done," He says with a pouty look on his face. "What's the matter with you? You're supposed to feel accomplished! You took Principal Duncan out of his office! The kids will stop being tested on and everyone will feel better again! If you're regretting this, you're a fool!" I start to scold. He starts crying and looking down at his hands. "What's in there?" I ask. "I didn't use all of the potion," he whines. "Oh my god, you are incapable of doing any simple task. I can't believe you. Hurry up and get washed up while I take these back." I say sourly. I leave for a few minutes to return and come back to find my husband blowing hot air on the mirror and drawing little faces. A knock is heard on the restroom door and we climb out the window. After jumping out of the window, we are left strolling down the hallway together as if nothing happened. "At least I'm not tired anymore," my husbands says to me with a wide grin on his face. Little did we know then that from that moment, he would never sleep again. Here's to my phony husband's all nighters in exchange for normality.