Number of Death

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

        I don’t know anyone at this school and by the looks of it I don’t want to. I’m usually the “Conversation Starter” but these people don’t look like people that I'd personally start a conversation with. This is a small town so there is only about 230 people in the High School. Smallest school I’ve ever seen. In fact the smallest school I have ever been in. All my old schools were too crowded. And we only had 4 minutes to change classes. When we got trampled and arrived to class late and the teacher asks "Why were you late?" You just look at them like. "Really?" Anyways, It’s weird seeing these people all the same. No one dare has emotion. Like it's illegal or something. No one is smiling, no one is laughing, no one is making fun of someone, no one is starting a fight, there’s no jocks throwing a football across the cafeteria and no cheerleaders chanting out cheers down the hallway. You know the typical school “cliques." Everyone is just so, dull.

        I go to my first class and nearly miss the bell. For being the smallest school, it has way too many hallways. I walk in to see the teacher standing there at the board with chalk in his hand and an eraser in the other. Staring at the class. He looks lifeless, so still. I see no seats available except for one in the back corner next to the window. This seat was rusted and was covered in cobwebs and carvings. It was disgusting. I saw a symbol carved into the old petrified wood. It looked like some old Latin symbol for something. But I wasn't sure. I noticed everyone in the class just sits there. Still. Quiet. No movement. I’m starting to get a bit weirded out. Wondering why everyone is like this. After just enough silence an actual moving human being walks in. And boy is he pretty. He’s tall with brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. Dressed nicely, his hair slicked back. I look away fast and slumped into my chair. Trying to not catch his attention. 

        He looks at me and I look back. Then I'm starting to get the nervous sweats. “Oh God not now.” I say in my head. I look away at my book and try not to make eye contact again. He then grabs a kid by the shirt and pulls him to the floor. He sits next to me and says, “You new?” I answered with “Have you seen me before?” “No.” “Then yes, I’m new.”

        I didn’t mean to be as rude as I had been but I wasn’t even interested in him. Okay maybe a little bit, but I couldn't get attached. I couldn't start to like him. I wouldn’t even stick around long enough to get to know the kid. The teacher yelled and caught everyone’s attention. Every person in the room faced forward and payed actual attention.

         He wrote his name on the board. It read "Mr. Cadwell". He wrote on the board with chalk and every stroke was an ear piercing screech. I covered my ears. No one else seemed to notice. Not even the Pretty Boy. I asked if he heard it and he responded with nothing but a simple "Yeah". I began to write notes trying to block out the sound.  I walked with Pretty Boy down the hallway to lunch, since he was the only human being that actually spoke, I had to trust him.

        He took me down a hallway, and then another, and then another until finally we reached a big silver rusted door. I had no idea where it lead. I was clueless to this school. He took out a ring of keys from his pocket. It had at least 30-40 keys on it. He looked like a prison guard. "Why do you have so many keys?" I asked. "I like keys." The door creaked open. Pretty Boy walked in. He reached for the ceiling and pulled down a long string connected to a lightbulb. The light flickered on. This room. Wow. This room.