Monstrum High

Chapter 5: Ey is the eff what?

Chapter Five

So this is what Sir Smiley meant when he said that Victorique carried me in her back, huh? It feels awesome! Freaking awesome! The wind weaved through against my face as we ‘whooshed’ upwards towards the top floor through the flight of stairs.

I leaned in closer to Victorique now. If I fall off, I’m pretty sure that I’ll die. Since my face was closer to her than before, the scent of dried blood came rushing in through my nostrils and I have to fight the urge from barfing again.

Her hair flowed smoothly through me. I thought it was going to be distracting and annoying. But it wasn’t anything like that at all. See those shampoo commercials on television? You know, ones that show flowy hair that is unmistakably edited and stuff? Yeah, those. Victorique’s hair was like those. But this time, it wasn’t edited. Not even a trick of the camera.

When we were on the second to the last floor, we passed by the janitor. Remember him? The zombie guy?

Victorique turned her head at him and slightly, very slightly, smiled. The zombie/janitor turned his head slowly, perhaps to smile back. But since Victorique was like a bat out of hell –that’s funny right there- , we didn’t get to catch it. What we did saw was him moving his head for about one inch. Yep, only that.

“He’s weird.” I suddenly spoke out to no one in particular. My head lifted up a bit and I realized that we were already on the top floor.

“He’s the school janitor. Respect him or I’ll kick your shins.” Victorique answered back in an angry tone. Whoa… even though she has that punk-gothic-rebel look, she still has morality then. Something that this school lacks big time.

“Sorry.” I mumbled as I leaned in closer to her again, “When I first saw him, his arm fell off.”

“In my part, it was his head.” She simply

replied. I scowled at what she said. What if it was his head that fell that time? I would have fainted right then and there.

She must have felt my silence because she suddenly spoke up, “ASDFGHJKL is a good guy, Chase. Don’t worry about him too much.”

“Ey is the eff what?”

“ASDFGHJKL, that’s his name. But you can call him A or whatever. He doesn’t mind. He wouldn’t even understand.” I felt her shrug. Now who in darnation would name their son like that in the first place?! Wait... do zombies even reproduce?

I shook my head to let out the stupid thoughts and the next thing I knew, we were already in front of our classroom. She flapped her wings slowly to land down without getting any of our bones broken.

Her feet touched the ground and she kneeled down to aid me off. I immediately stood up with a slight wobble. My feet missed the feeling of the floor. I know it’s disgusting but I’m starting to miss the scent of dried blood. She stood up and looked at me, her face still unreadable.

“When we get back inside, leave the talking to me. Just go to your seat with your head down.” She instructed with that same dominant tone in her voice. I simply nodded in reply. She then turned around and opened the class door. I immediately put my head down as instructed.

“Good evening, Mr. B. Chase and I are back from the clinic.” Victorique spoke out like a professional. She sure sounds so mature for her age. Wait… her age? How old is she anyway?! She’s a vampire, right? Vampires are known to be a hundred years old, even thousands.

“Good. He looks okay. Even better than before. You can now go back to your seat.” Mr. B answered. I was tempted to look up but for everyone’s sake, I didn’t. I felt the eyes of my classmates lock on me. It sent gibbers down my spine. Victorique then moved closer to me,