Hope Isn't Far Away

Chapter 4 - Welcome back to high school

I woke up to pounding on my door. I sluggishly got up and opened it. I saw Dean standing there with the most ridiculous gym outfit ever. He was wearing a dark red shirt that was tucked into his black gym shorts. He also had Red socks that went up most or his legs. And to top it off, he had a whistle around his neck.

"Oh gosh, What are you wearing." i ask not even trying to hide my laughter.

"Oh this? This is a PE teacher's outfit. Anyway you need to get up and ready, school starts in 30 minutes." He said and walked backed to his room.

I closed my door and started getting ready. I grabbed my bag and made sure i had my silver knife and some salt in my bag. I also grabbed my sharpies as well as some notebooks i had picked up yesterday. Ugh high school, the one place i never wanted to come back to. I grabbed my keys and walked outside. I made sure my door was locked and then got into my car. I drove to the high school. It wasn't that bad looking, but i still didn't want to be here. I decided i need my Schedule for my classes, so i walked around till i found the front office. The secretary gave me my schedule and i walked over to where she said my locker was. Since it had no lock on it i opened it. I put my bag inside and started drawing demon warding on the inside. If anyone was to open it, they would most likely think i was some satanic person. I grabbed my salt and made a small line across it. Once i was done i closed my locker, only to let out a scream. There was a girl standing too close for comfort by me. She had blackish purple hair. Her shirt was a dark purple and she wore torn jeans.

"Hi there!!" She said.

"Um hello. Could you maybe take a step back?" i asked. She took a step back.

"I'm Chelsey. You're new aren't ya?" She asked still smiling wide.

"Yep. I'm PJ." i say.

"Well PJ what's your first class?" Chelsey asked me.

"I have Math, than English." i say looking at my schedule.

"Oh wow really? Me too. Come on this way, Mr. Richards doesn't like late people." She says as she pulls me through the hallway.

We walked into the classroom right before the bell rang. I sat down by Chelsey in the back. She started writing on some paper. I pulled out my phone and texted Dean saying I found Chelsey.

"Phones away class." Mr. Richards said as he walked in. He was about the same height as Sam, but more scary looking. OK a lot more scary looking. The dude had a scar on his face and a tattoo on his upper arm. I mean tattoos don't scare me, i have tattoos. But his were just scary looking. Maybe i just have a fear of tall people, except Sammy. He is more like a giant Fluffy Huggable teddy bear.

"Ok class, it looks as if we have a new student. I don't care. Just start working on the problems on the board." He said and sat down at his desk.

"What's his deal?" i ask Chelsey.

"Oh he just hates teens." She says.

"So why is he still working here?"

"Don't know."

When the class finally ended, Chelsey and I went to our English class which seemed to go by much quicker. Afterwards Chelsey insisted i sit with her at lunch. I agreed. I was starting to think this girl was more trouble than she was worth. At lunch she introduced me around to her friends. They seemed a lot like her, Bubbly and worth more trouble than what their worth. But it was nice in a away. I only had 2 classes left after lunch. I walked over to my locker and texted Sam about chelsey. I also asked him if he would see if the girls had anything linking them. I walked to my next class which was a latin class. Real funny Dean. The class seemed to drag on and on. Eventually the bell rang and i started towards the gym for my last class. I went into the locker room to get changed into my shorts and tee shirt. I was about to walk out when i ran into Chelsey.

"Hey PJ." She said. "Looks like we are in the same PE class. I heard we have a new teacher, i wonder who he is."

"Oh boy, this will be fun." i say.