Hayley Jamieson sat at the back of the class with her headphones in and music blaring, the teacher never did pay any attention to her so she could get away with almost anything. She cringed in pain, once again her long blonde hair had once again caught round the end of her pen. She uncurled her hair out of the pen making sure she didn't pull out any of her blue streaks she had begged her parents for only a few days before.
"JAMIESON" screamed her technology teacher, Miss Quigley.
Hayley jolted her head upwards pulling her headphones out of her ears. A few strands of her hair ripped out, completely forgetting that she still had it stuck in the god forsaken pen.
"Yes miss?" she squeaked, her eyes watering in pain.
"What do you think you're doing? I see your headphones Hayley and I will have your phone thank you very much. Do not treat me like a fool again."
Hayley got up and started to walk down to the front. She could feel the rest of the class' eyes on her as she made her way slowly down. She wanted to cry, that phone was the only thing that kept her safe from the hateful words of her peers. She had almost reached the teachers desk when she turned around and walked back to her desk, picked up her bag and books and walked out of her technology class screaming "THIS IS HOW I DISAPPEAR!!" and slammed the door with such force that the small pane of glass on the door shattered.
She ran down the hall smiling, ignoring the infuriated calls of Miss Quigley behind her. When Hayley finally reached the other end of the school she hid in the girls bathroom as she knew St. Margret's High School was on lock-down everyday until 3.30pm. She walked down to the very end of the the long bathroom, glaring at every stall to check that no one else there, looked at herself in the mirror and slid down the wall opposite.
She hadn't exactly known how many hours had passed since the incident, but she knew she was getting bored. She had scrolled through her instagram feed at least twice, read the rest of the book she had in her 'Caution Police Line- Do Not Cross' bag and put her hair in every hairstyle imaginable. Hayley was just about to look at the clock on the wall when the school had a power cut. The bathroom was plunged into darkness. She tried to adjust her eyes to the complete black that covered everything and the fact that there was no windows didn't make it any better. She put her hands on the mirror in front of her and pulled herself up. Feeling her way along the walls she made her way slowly but surely towards the door.
She had only just opened the door to a dark and empty cafeteria when Miss Quigley grabbed her by the neck and threw her against a wall. She looked at Miss Quigley right in the eye. A sharp shooting pain ripped thorugh her chest and her blood splattered the glass behind Miss Quigley. She turned to look at the teacher she once knew, only it wasn't Miss Quigley standing there, it was a flesh ripper wearing her face.
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Rise of the Rippers
ParanormalRippers: An outcome of a suicidal bio-terrorist attack using the chemical Nosodiaphine which turns the infected into an unrecognisable fleshy monster similar to the undead. Rippers get their name from the way they rip into the ribcage of its victims...