DISGUYSED

Saved by the Bell

"Well, well, well. So, look who decided to show!"

I turned my head towards the doorway, seeing Alex enter the room, his dark hair messy and curly from not being brushed and straightened.

His eyes were rimmed with black and blue. We exchanged a long, knowing glance. We'd gotten absolutely no bit of sleep. 3 hours, at the most, and I was about ready to pass out...we both were.

Parker smirked as Alex sat down. "So," He said, furrowing his brows smugly, "You've decided to grace us with your presence, have you, Mr. Grey?"

Alex narrowed his eyes, "Shut up, or I'll shut you up, Cobain." He growled, immediately reaching into his backpack, retrieving a pillow from the bottom of his bag and setting it on his desk. He sat down at his desk and laid his head down on the pillow, yawning.

"Wow." Paxton said, his eyes growing wide, and he laughed.

I grinned at him, and then rolled my eyes at Alex. Paxton was better, and had recovered very quickly from his sickness, but I'd never felt sicker. My nose was stuffed, my throat hurt, and I had the chills, still, after being in bed for a couple of hours.

"So, when'd you get back?" Parker asked Alex, sitting back in his chair.

"Why don't you ask your mother? She'll know," Alex said smugly, burying his head in the pillow.

"Burn," Another kid shouted, who overheard our little talk.

Parker narrowed his eyes, embarrassed, and then turned back to Alex, "You know, we were really worried. Ron was out extra late looking for you."

"I know that." Alex muttered into his pillow.

Paxton scowled at him, joining into the conversation, "And did you ever think to say 'thank you'?"

Alex glowered at him, raising his tired head to stare at Paxton, "Fine. Thank you, Ron, for searching for me, so I could be brought back to this lovely institution, filled with pricks like Pa-"
Ring!

Right then, that old expression proved to be accurate.

Alex shut his mouth then shot Paxton a look that read "we'll finish this later."

"Alright class," Mr. Ferguson said, entering the room, holding a stack of flyers. He began to pass them out to each of us, "First order of business, Family Day."

I froze up.

Family Day?

He went on, "Now, since a large portion of you kids are new this year, I'll explain. 'Family Day' is when your family and friends come to campus and peruse around with you kids and friends. You can introduce them to your teachers, your friends, or just hang out. It's up to you." He said, giving me a flyer. "But remember, it is mandatory that your family shows up."

My heart was in my throat as I stared at the flyer, reading it over and over again, still not able to believe it. December 16th. That was in ten days. This was absolutely, undeniably the worst thing ever to happen!

My hand shot up in the air, "M-Mr. Ferguson!" I said, nervously, my eyes bugging out of my head.

"Yes, Ron?" He asked, coming around to my desk.

"W-What if my parents can't make it?"

"Well, then, we'll have to have a conference with them at some point discussing why they couldn't find time to see and support the child they shipped off for one day out of the year." He said, frowning, "Why? Are your parents tied up that day?"