No Smart Kids Allowed

Chapter 11: The Pit

Frank opens the curtains for us after the two guys and Mikayla leaves. Felix looks around frantically. "Oh my God. How could we have not known before? Gerard and Frank are dead," he crosses his arms and looks at Gerard. "They totally couldn't see you guys."

Frank pouts. "You don't have to remind us that we're dead. Speaking of dead, have you guys ever heard our song, Dead?"

Gerard shakes his head, then raises his hand. "Frank now is not the time-"

"Have you heard the news that you're dead? No one ever had much nice to say. I think they never liked you anyway. Oh, take me from the hospital bed. Wouldn't it be grand to take a pistol by the hand? And wouldn't it be great if we were -" he stops singing, then smirks at Gerard. "Dead."

Felix raises an eyebrow. "That's actually pretty catchy," he smiles.

"Guys," I say. "Did anyone realize what they were doing?"

Scott nods. "Yes. That's so scary. No wonder our parent's were acting so strange and as if this school was the greatest place ever."

"Oh my God," Mulan says. "You mean to say that those freaking teachers were pretending to be our parents? They came in our houses!"

"Then, where are our real parents?" Aaliyah asks.

I turn to Aaliyah and shake my head. "I don't know where they are, but we need to get out of here and find room 001."

Scott puts his finger on his chin. "Yes, let's search for this room. Maybe our parents are there. We'll go, but not now. Let's wait until lunch time."

All of us nod in agreement. Gerard and Frank bid us farewell and tells us to be careful. Gemma slowly opens the closet door. "Looks like everyone is going back to class," she says. "Come on."

We quickly join the group of kids. "Alright," I say, watching all of the other kids walk into their classrooms. "We'll meet at lunch."

***

For 4th period I have Mr. Harden, the history teacher. He smiles at me and the other kids as we enter the room. Suddenly, two girls that look alike joins us. Twins. It was my first time seeing them here. They're looking around for a place to sit, so I can tell that they're new.

"Madison and Mackenzie?" Mr. Harden says, looking at them. They nod. "Just have a seat right over there by...Cosima. Those two seats by the window."

The twins take a firm look at me, then sit in their chairs. I want to warn them about this place so badly. Mr. Harden begins talking and as he does, I tap one of the twins. 

"Don't touch me!" She yells out loud.

I panic. "I'm sorry, I just, I-"

"Cosima!" The teacher yells. "Why are you touching people in class? Do I need to dismiss you from class?"

That actually sounds like a wonderful idea. I bite my tongue from speaking out my thoughts. "Sorry," I say. "I just wanted to know if she had an extra pencil."

"Welp!" He smiles. "A good thing about my class is that you will never need a pencil in here. You just need your eyes and ears, missy."

He responds back with a nod, then continues talking. The twins are looking at me again, making me feel really uncomfortable. I look at the teacher, pretending to listen to him. He's going on and on about cleanliness. In history class? Why? While he's blabbing about nothing, the twins are whispering to each other. One takes out a cell phone and she carefully takes a picture of the teacher and a few students.