"Welcome To My Schoolhouse"

Chapter 1 - Last Day Of School

It's the end of the school year. Hooray, another year of legalized torture is over. Most of my friends just left early with their parents. We still had around two to three hours left of school, and everyone leaving with their parents just felt like they abandoned everyone else. It was like more than half of the school population had disappeared within five minutes. But me and the rest of the people at school had a new mission. The prank of the year. 

The teachers all just wanted to get out, so they just did whatever work they had for themselves. The kids literally were just walking wherever they wanted! A bunch of people at school got together to discuss our final plan. I myself was never too fond of pranks, but when it came to school, there was nothing I wouldn't do to get a laugh out of it. Though I wasn't in much of the discussion of the plan for the prank, I had overheard a specific teachers name. Mr. Baldi. No one really liked him for multiple reasons. The main reason being, is that he hits us with a damn ruler if we get a question wrong! And no other teacher seems to have a problem with it! Not even the Principal! It's a wonder that he hasn't been fired, but from what I can tell, a teacher hitting kids with a ruler isn't against our school code. Either that or everyone is too scared to file a complaint. I get closer to try to hear what they are saying. They are throwing things around jokingly like "Payback for old Baldi!" and "The Anti-Baldi Revolution grows!" The amount of kids scheming about this so called plan in their little circle is enough for me to only make out a few words. I try to squeeze into the circle and find out their plan in full, but all I get in response is a kid elbowing me in the stomach, causing me to fly back onto my knees and hit the ground with a thud. 'Please say that was an accident.' I thought to myself, wincing from the pain in my stomach.

I decided to leave the room for a while, maybe once everyone calmed down a bit I could get in on it too. So that's exactly what I did. Next thing I know, some kids from the graphic design club had designed some anti-Baldi posters and printed about 50. Fortunately for the kids in that club, Mr. Baldi hasn't been seen in the hallways since most of the kids left with their parents. He's probably in the classroom filling out papers or something. Either way, those kids better be careful. Who knows what might happen if Mr. Baldi finds those posters. But that was their point, they just didn't want to be seen in the act. With a few close calls, they had successfully posted them everywhere in the school. Everyone started getting fake military uniforms and guns from the theater club room. There just so happened to not be enough for everyone. Well, there was enough, for everyone but me. So I had a very strange looking one. They guy who organized it all said to just watch Mr. Baldi if he came out, and to just sort of creep him out. 'What kind of "prank of the year" is this? It's like we came straight out of WW2." I thought to myself as I watched everyone prepare for this 'prank'. Honestly, I don't really think Mr. Baldi would get creeped out by this. He'd probably just get confused as hell and move on with his life. Though, I don't think these dim witted kids saw the flaws in their plan. 

And I was right. Soon Mr. Baldi came out, he wasn't creeped out, he wasn't confused, H E. W A S. A N G R Y.