School of dead

Chapter One: A walk to school

The day was sombre. January first. It had just passed Christmas. Many peoples faces looked depressed. Whether it was from the passing of Christmas or to school re-starting it was all the same. Especially for Mal. Mal was a 15 year old girl. She had recently moved to a small village with her sister, Angel. Their mother had walked out when they were small and their father died in a terrible car accident. With no known family connections they were put into an adoption centre in the small village. It was what they requested.

Angel and Mal walked side by side. "Hey Mal~" Angel dragged Mal's name. Mal looked down at her seven-year-old sister.

"Yeah devil?"

"Hey! Don't call me that its not my fault you're jealous!" Angel pouted at her nickname.

Devil is what Mal would call Angel. Mal had always found it odd that her name meant evil and bad while her sisters was linked to good and purity. Angel had always joked it was fate. So, for this Mal changed Angels name to Devil.

"You know I'm joking Angel." Mal responded smiling sweetly as she ruffled her sisters hair. Angel looked up, a warm smile being the most beautiful thing to look at.

"Nothing Mal... I love you and whatever happens, I will always love you. Please know I will never hate you no matter how much you hurt me. I know you're good."

Mal looked at her sister bewildered. For a seven year old that was odd, but Mal brushed it off. Angel had grew up a weird child.

A harsh wind sliced the silence as angel gasped, grabbing her arms. Mal took notice as she wrapped her jacket around Angel, kissing her forehead and bringing her close.

Normally sisters will fight but the two had grown close through the years. They were all they had, and for that they cherished each other like diamonds. A small sob escaped Angels plump lips. "Hey now, Angel don't cry the cold will go soon. Look we're almost at school." Angel just nodded, playing a long with Mal's beliefs.

After  another twenty-three minute walk the girls had made it to their small school. Young kids dashed around, smiling and laughing. Some older kids swore and yelled, causing chaos in their own special way. But no kids bullied.

That was one of the beautiful things about the village, they had grown up so close together- experiencing almost everything as a crowd- that they had a special love towards eachother. Ofcourse this didn't exactly exclude disputes, there were mant times where people would fight over rumours or taking blame for mis-deeds. But as a whole, the village was one big family.

Angel and Mal sat at their desks, a little distance away from each other but not too far away to stop communication. The class was small and there was only one, all twenty children learnt at the same time in the same class. It was said that their teacher, Miss Donn, was extremely talented at teaching. A few minutes went by as children shuffled to their seats.

Their teacher bounced in. Her face was beaming and her short brown hair bobbed with every light-hearted step she took. Some would say this teacher was the epitome of happiness. Somehow, even on days like this, there was a gleam in her eye and a smile on her face. There were even rumours spread around that because of her optimism she never grew old.

"Good morning class!" She called out, waving her soft dainty hands. Her smile never once faded. "I know today is a miserable day, but we can get through it!" Her voice was sickly sweet and she tried to encourage and boost up the classes mood. They groaned and some even cussed, but still no smile slipped.

"Now, now, class." She settled the mumbled of disappointment. "I knew you would all be like this, so I brought presents!" Somehow, even if it was thought impossible, her smile grew wider.

This unsettled Mal. The optimism and pure kindness of the teacher scared her. She believed everyone had good in them, but no-one was perfect. Her trust for this teacher was slim.

Angel, on the other hand, adored Miss Donn. She smiled and danced along with her. She never once gave up the opportunity of a playing the teachers pet. For this reason, Mal never said anything negative towards the teacher. It was rare to see her orphaned sister look up to an adult.

Miss Donn pulled something out of her grey and white backpack, showing the class. A box of chocolate, hazelnut, brownies. She had made them with vegan products as she was extremely against any murder or environmental harm. She believed that humans were made equal to animals and should share with them their advancement and recourses.

The class almost simultaneously drooled, excluding Mal and Angel, at the sight of the brownies. "Now, as hard as it is for me to say this..." She smiled, placing the box of brownies behind her back. "I cant give them out until you've finished, or have almost finished, the classwork for the day!".

The class fell into a wave of grumbling again. Mal caught some sentences:

"Witch bitch"

"Vegan Vagina"

"I really wanted them..."

Mal smirked at the names Miss Donn was called, but it quickly faded when she realised they only said it out of anger.

"I know, I know, and I'm so sorry my dearest class. But lets all look at the rainbow and not the rain, if we do the work fast we can munch on some brownies even faster! How does it sound?"

Miss Donn always had a way of showing the sunshine behind the thick fog of life as the class agreed to her negotiation and started their work.

After around an hour of English language, in which they were reading and analysing different books for different age gaps, the class had finished and eagerly awaited their prize.

The teacher congratulated her students, taking out the box. The students eyed it like desperate tramps from the streets. Soon enough, the children were yelling hoorays and thank-yous towards the well loved teacher.

Miss Donn made her way over to Mal, who shook her head at the offering. "I'm allergic to nuts." She lied elegantly.

"I know you're not Mal" She smiled, pushing her brownies closer to Mals face.

"Well, then I don't want one." Mal said, quite bluntly.

"Now Mal, what have we said about lying? Its a bad action. If you lie you wont go to heaven."

Mal laughed at the teachers statement. "Then I'll stay in purgatory."

Miss Donns expression faded, her eyes went misty and her signature smile dropped. "Be careful what you wish for." And within minutes the teacher was off, giving the rest of the brownies to the class.