A not so Normal School

Chapter 5

Leila's P.o.v.

"And next week your reports should be finished. Make sure you publish them typed up, or it will not be accepted."

I put my binder into my sash-like backpack and was ready to leave my last class when someone stopped me.

"May I have a look at your report?" My science teacher asked me. I nodded yes, and he opened my binder to find my eight page long report. "Ah, very nice. So your doing the human function of the body, correct? Very impressive." He handed me back my binder and I once again put it inside my bag. "I expect to see a very fulfilling report. If you don't have a printer at home, you can use the one in the library."

"Thank you, I'll be sure to use it," I said exiting out of the class. "Ok, now where is the library?"

"Why do you need to use the library?"

I turned around to see the blonde Barbie girl Abby. "What is your paper about anyway?" She asked snatching it out of my bag. She took one look at it and laughed, throwing it back at me. "The human function of the body? Wow, so boring. I get that your a loser, but I didn't know you even picked lame subjects! Hope you get an F in class, bitch."

She walked off and disappeared among the crowd, her ponytail swishing back and forth as if to mock me. I sighed, looking at my paper. "I hope she gets an F," I muttered as I walked to the library.

It took me about five minutes to get to the library, the school now seeming empty and quiet. I pushed the doors to the library, only seeing a few students inside. 'Ok, now the printer part. It should be somewhere near the computers...'

I walked around the library, it's walls and shelves towering over me. The books were stacked in order, each subject going along with the next to it. Some tables were in the center of the room, each persons nose in one book. The librarian was near the front, and even herself was reading a book. There were other people on the computer, one very loud in particular.

I finally found the printer and let out a sigh of relief. 'Now here comes the typing...'

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'Alright, it's all typed up and now I need to print it.' I clicked print and it immediately started up. Throughout the whole process, a blonde haired teen screamed out of nowhere in some language other than English. 'What the hell?' I thought. Some people shushed him, he became quiet again. 'Wonder what that was...'

After the printing had finished, I looked over at him again and he screamed once more. "What is going on?" I thought out loud. "I went over to him, and noticed he was playing a game on the computer. Suddenly a thing jumped out at the screen, and he screamed again.

"What the fuck is this shit fuck you fuck all of you!" He yelled this time in English.

I stared at him for a second, then carefully walked over to him. "Hey, um, you ok?" I asked quietly.

He suddenly turned around and screamed, throwing the mouse at me. I quickly ducked down and avoided the throw, it hitting the ground with a thud. He then widened his eyes, realizing what he did. " oh my god I'm so sorry, did I hurt you?" He asked getting up and held out a hand to get me to my feet. "Sorry that I did that, I was playing the horror game Amnesia."

I smiled. "It's ok, I'm fine. And why are you playing a horror game at school?"

"I don't know, actually..." He said, laughing nervously. "I'm Felix, by the way."

I shrugged. "I'm Leila."

A tall brown haired teen appeared from around the corner, looking annoyed. "Felix, Ian and Kalel and I are trying to study. Just go play Amnesia back at you house, your disrupting the whole-" he stopped looking at me. "Well hello there. Felix, who's this?"

Felix brought me from behind him. "This is Leila, I just met her now when I threw the mouse at her."

"You threw the mouse at her? Oh god, I wish I caught that on my phone!" He laughed taking his phone out. "Well, I'm Anthony, nice to meet you Leila."

I giggled, shaking his hand. "And it's nice to meet you too, Anthony."

Two people came back from where Anthony was, a teen with a bowl haircut and a girl with brown-blonde hair. "Are you guys making friends?" The one with the bowl haircut said.

Anthony nodded, stepping out if the way so they could see me. "This is Leila. She actually just had a mouse thrown at her."

I laughed. "Ok, I think we can drop the mouse subject now. Like Anthony said, I'm Leila. Who might you two be?"

"I'm Ian, Anthony's bestest friend ever!" Ian threw Anthony a hug, and Anthony gave me a look that said, 'help me.'

The girl stepped out from behind Ian, giving me a smile. "Hi, I'm Kalel. Nice to meet you."

I smiled back at her warm gaze. "And it's nice to meet you too, all of you, actually."

"So, why did you come to the library?" Felix asked.

I shrugged. "I just came here to type up my report and print it. The printer back at my place isn't working."

Felix nodded. "I came here just to get away from the house and play Amnesia. Anthony and Kalel and Ian are studying, but we usually come here to avoid Abby."

I gasped. "Abby gets to you guys too?"

Kalel nodded. "Yeah. She's a bitch who gets to everyone, especially people like the nerds, geeks, people from different countries, emos, goths, bubbly people, same gender couples, and others who she just hates for no reason. We don't know what we did to her, she's just got her own problems."

"Yeah, on the first day of school she and some older teens drove by me and called me an emo bitch. I was wearing black that day, so I'm guessing that's why she called me that. But just because someone's wearing black, doesn't mean their emo!" I said, frustrated by the fact she said that.

Ian shook his head sadly, but then looked up with a goofy grin. "Yeah, but it's all on her because she's the fat ugly bitch no one likes! So she has enemies because of her actions, so ha! Blames on her!"

Anthony laughed. "Wow Ian. But what if she was here right now, and she heard you?"

Ian then looked terrified and hid underneath a table. "Oh shit! Mommy, come rescue me! A scary girl is gonna kill me! Help!"

Ian kept talking in his little kid voice while we just laughed hysterically. Another person came out from behind the shelves, a old lady that looked like a prune.

"If you keep talking like that at this level, I will have you sent to the principle, and he will give you your punishment!"
She walked back to the counter, her giving us a glare as she left.

We all looked to each other, and looked back to the librarian. "Well someone is having a bad mood," I whispered. They all giggled, and thankfully, the librarian didn't come back again.