My Story

Chapter 2 - The Lunch Lady becomes a Demon

"Don't forget to watch the Famous Debate, on YouTube, and take notes. It's due on Friday. If it's late, it's a zero!!" My Debate teacher yelled as I left the classroom. "Finally. Lunch," I said to Heather, who is in my Debate class. Annah came up behind us. "Hey, what's on the lunch menu for today?"

"Um, I think it's mac'n'cheese or spaghetti, with salad or carrot sticks," I replied.

"Ugh, the spaghetti is terrible. I mean, what kind of noodle do they use? Pine needles?" Said Heather. I laughed. "Pretty much."

I walked into the lunchroom. "Hey, save us a table," I told Sarah. She had brought a lunch because she's allergic to noodles. I walked up to the hot lunch. I moved to the front. "What would you like?" Asked the lunch lady.

"I'll take some Mac'n'cheese," I said. I reached over and grabbed a bag of carrot sticks. When I looked back, the cafeteria lady was gone.

In her place was the guy I had seen on the bus. "Oh no," I muttered. "This is bad very bad. God, why does this keep happening?" Of course, I didn't believe it was real. I just thought that it was a result of lack of sleep.

"You know, the screams of the tortured is great sustenance. Come to hell with me, Love. You will be the Duchess of all hell, with my lords permission," he murmured softly, smiling at me.

I looked away quickly and hurried back to my table. When I looked back, the lunch lady was there, serving up her cafeteria food as always.

"You look pale," said Heather. "Are you okay?"

"Yah, totally," I said. "I've just been a little tired latley. I can't sleep very well, I keep having nightmare, but whatever, it probably just stress."

"Oh, tell me about it. I'm so tired, I could lay my head down in this load of mac'n'cheese crap and fall asleep," she said.

I laughed. "I wouldn't do that, you might grow a weird fungi on your face, and be taken to a science lab, where your fave will be tested, and they'll finally label you as 'the girl with the fungi face'."

Our whole table laughed at that.

"Hey," said Sarah. "So who's ready for the geometry test?" I sighed. "Kill me now, and put me out of my misery, I totally forgot to study for that. Crap, I'm gonna fail." The bell rang. I threw away my trash and walked to my next class.

It was math. I sat down in my seat. Mr. Glucton, my teacher, stood up. "All right class. Today is test day. Put everything under your desk, expect for a pencil. That includes you, Mr. George Finch. All right, the tests are out, no talking please."

I looked down at my test. The first question was: Triangle ABC has AC = BC, and ∠ACB = 96°. D is a point in triangle ABC such that ∠DAB = 18° and ∠DAB = 30°. What is the measure (in degrees) of ∠ACD? "Dang," I whispered under my breath. I am so going to fail this.

An hour later a walked (stumbled might be a better word) out of my math class. Sarah walked up next to me. "So how was math?" "Bad," I replied. "I like totally failed." "Well you don't know that yet," she said. I laughed "Yah, I know, 'yet'." "So what to you have next?" She asked. "History," I said.

Heather walked up behind us. "Yah," she said. "I'm in your class." I gave her a high five "Yup. Nothin better than history with my buds." She laughed. "So what do you think we'll do?" I laughed back. "Uh, I dunno, history, maybe?" We walked into the history classroom.

An hour later: "So anyway, what did you think of history class? I don't understand the fall of the Roman Empire at all." "I do," said a voice behind me. "And I can teach you. The fall of heaven will follow the same pattern. Come, help us.....I need you Love." I screamed. When I woke up, I was in the nurses office. "What happened?" I asked.

The nurse gave me some medicine. "Here, swallow these, they will help. You fainted. I'm going to call your parents, and I want you to go home for the rest of the day." "Ok," I said.

"Oh, and one more thing," said the nurse. "You're coming with me." I blacked out.