I Want To SCARE Normal People

The Drama Teacher

Chapter 2

The Drama Teacher

~ F L A S H B A C K ~

When I thought things couldn't get any worse, the giant vegetable disappeared and the morning sunlight bitch slapped me in the face. (I can't be the only person with homicidal thoughts in the morning.)

"Get out of bed, Mary! It's time to go to school!" My mother yelled from downstairs. If you want to wake up cheerfully and happy, you should try a dentist first before you ring my mother. Just warning you.

"It's never time to go to school!" I yelled back and turned around. Avoiding the sunlight. Anything bright in the morning makes me sick. I can remember waking up happy just once in my life and that was to the smell of brownies. But that was because I thought I was dead and ended up in heaven. Which would be impossible for a girl like me. I already consider myself a 'fallen angel' from the moment I opened my eyes for the first time.

"Mary! Get out of bed now or I will come and get you myself!" She yelled again. I ignored her and tried to get back to sleep. If I would get 5 minutes more of sleep I'm sure I could be that bright person too, I thought.

"That's it!" I heard her say just before she stormed up the stairs. Each step she took sounded angry for some reason.

My thoughts got cut off by the feeling of cold water making contact with my face.

*SPLASH!*

"What the hell?!" I shouted angry and stood up.

"Language, my dear!" My mother said before leaving with an empty bucket. This is how she liked to piss my brother off most mornings when he didn't want to wake up. Later he moved out cause he never got along with our parents. Well, they just didn't get along with him.
So I guess I was on my mother's bucket list now.

*bzzzz* *bzzzz*

My phone went off. I searched for it and found it somewhere behind my bed. That's what happens when you try to share your bed but you sleep like a hard rocker, I thought.

I had 3 missed calls and 1 message from no one other then my best friend, Judy Halloween. Which is named 'Drugsdealer' in my phone. That's what I name someone who is special to me or close to me. My mother was named 'Godzilla'. Just to know that whenever she would call me, I had to take it seriously in case of the worst.

Drugsdealer:
see me in magic flush in 20 min!!

'The Magic Flush' is what we called the teachers bathroom on the first floor because the floor looks gold and sparkly and is the cleanest room in the whole school.
The world is a crazy place.

I quickly put some black skinny jeans on, an oversized sweater and black creepers. (My usual outfit.) Brushing my teeth, washing my face; I quickly got ready to go to school, not even bothering to put some make-up on (I'm not a girly girl). I put a beanie over my messy hair and left.

School wasn't that far away from my house so I just walked. Lessons weren't going to start untill 8 today and it was 7 o'clock. Stepping inside an empty school, I wondered what Judy was up to now.

"Step in, darling before someone see's you." She said with a british accent. She wasn't british, she just loved british things. And every british guy.

I looked around and I was confused. I was expecting to see something broken, something destroyed in an emotional way if you'd think deep.

"Not yet, darling." She laughed and grabbed a big unfamiliar black bag of the ground with painted words on them. It said: "Paint It Red!"
Then she pulled a red paint bucket out of it.

"What colour is this?" She asked me.

"Blue, doctor." I answered sarcastically. I know I need help, but I'm not blind.

"Almost." She grinned. "Blood red is the right answer." She smiled even wider. I could only imagine what was going on in that dark mind of his. I mean her's.

"It's Mrs. Jones turn." She laughed and I joined. This monday was going the right way for us.

Mrs. Jones was our drama teacher. More like the drama queen actually. All her plays were based on the bible. She told her student, including Judy and I, that the most important thing in the world was to honor God no matter what.

Mrs. Jones told Judy Halloween that Halloween was from the devil and that Judy shouldn't be afraid as long as she prayed to god.
This made Judy furious on the Jesus freak.

I think that's why I'm here today, I guess.

"Let's get this party started!" We both cheered.

Mrs. Jones was going to have one hell of a monday morning.

~ E N D O F F L A S H B A C K ~

"So what you are saying is that the blood on the walls wasn't really blood but just blue paint?" Sexy pants asked. It didn't really sound like a question tho. More like he was saying I was retarted.

"Blood red paint, officer." I corrected him. I hope he just moves on.

"That's not the point. Our detectives here aren't idiots, Miss Christmas. There's a big difference between blood and paint and it's proven to be blood by well trained experts whom get paid a shit load of money for this." He was so annoying and adorable at the same time. What a terrible combination for his fans.

I took a sip from my coffee.

"So hot." I moaned when I burned my tongue.

"Stop that!" He snapped at me before pacing back and forth, frustrated.