Crimson!

Part 2

Part II

When I went back to the college, it seemed that things "changed" a bit... The sky seemed redder and the atmosphere had a malicious feeling, like how Endville did in 1983...

It was Pre-Algebra again for first period. It's really eccentric, having understood the elementary arithmetics for years when being an underdog. It's not like I was good at it or anything... people here just loved the pre-algebra...

I had Pre-Algebra 102, the 35th class. It was at Room 727, at the seventh floor, which was considerably less popular than the lower floors. I felt unreasonably insecure as I was approaching the stairwell that I usually take. Just then, Porforia Grit saw me, and her macabre eyes lit up. She then marched towards me, like a terminator marching inevitably towards its prey. I didn't want to stick around to find out whether I was the prey, while at the same time I wanted to see why was Grit like this.

I hurried and took the stairs at a nearby stairwell and scrambled myself into the middle of a huge horde of students. When I looked over and peered over the heads of the people, Grit was gone.

I was content at the horde of people, as I knew the source of my insecure feeling: Grit. But unfortunately, some of the people dispersed in the third and fourth floors, then some people went away on the fifth floor, and the rest of the people were gone by the sixth floor. I was then all alone as I headed to the seventh floor. Luckily, though, it was just one floor of being alone, and before I knew it, I was put in the middle of another horde in a seventh floor hallway.

Room 721 was easy to locate, unlike the rooms that ended in -80s or -90s (for example, 494 — nobody even heard of that, despite being in a popular floor).

When I arrived, I found that everyone was really chill and had no intention of socializing (this was considered extremely odd). Too chill. Even the professor — who usually yakked on and on and on about the virtues of Pre-Algebra — remained taciturn. She just looked around nervously, as if she was going to die. Maybe it was the air, which seemed to get colder and colder by the second. As being VP of the school, Grit might have figured out my timetable, so there was a possibility that Grit might just come here. I hastily got to the exact middle of the room.

A few minutes later, Grit did came into the room. She was carrying a box that read "Dickie-Diapers for the older bed-wetter — ensuring that nobody will laugh at your pants ever again!" for some reason.

"Attention, kids!" prompted Grit. "From this day forth, me will be—" For some strange reason, Grit actually poked a finger inside her ear, and a small *BEEP!* was heard. The other students still didn't stir. I kind of wanted to leave (yes, exactly what it sounds like), while at the same time I wanted to stay (and not "skip school"), for I might not be concerned in this eccentricness (I was proven wrong later).

"SO!" Grit went on, "From this day forth, I will also be a social helper, in case any of you—" she nodded towards me with such amplification and extra movement that everyone also turned to look at me "— needs some social help."

"Uhh... Grit...?" asked the professor, Professor Premamfitz, "From my clipboard, it said that this class (Class Code — MFP1P1-35) does not need any social workers and doesn't have any mentally-confused people."

This evidently evoked something to Grit, for the "woman" (if you want to call her that) seemed to start sweating bullets. Also, Grit's face started to wane ever so slightly and a delicate shade of blue started to appear on Grit's face, just like Grit's face reaction at the auditorium the day before. At this moment, I was suspicious that Grit just wanted to come here to mess with me. Suddenly, her face suddenly swelled, also ever-so-slightly, and became plumply red.