Troubled Soul:The Possession

Chapter V

Need Some Stuff?

As I am sitting in third period for my Creative Writing class, my creativity and imagination flows elegantly. Out of all the classes I have taken in my life, this is my favorite. I have the freedom to write stories based on a theme given to me. I can write creatively about a chicken who fought in WW3 and suffered from Depression after because of the theme of suffering or I could write about my life if that’s the case, but I like using fiction, because its ten times easier to make things up. Just to point it out, I actually do the homework for this class. On bad days, I willingly do the assignment for this class in one night even though it is due at the end of the weeks. Just so I can escape my reality and dive into a world I own. A universe I created and can make anything happen. Inside my creative state of mind I realize that I should ask Derrick if he has anything to help me sleep. I know he smokes pot but I think he has a few pill cartridges in his house. His mom is on a bunch of stuff for different reasons and his father drinks so she tries to forget that she married a miserable drunk by doing variations of pills but some of those prescriptions she forgets about and ends up resorting to her spouse’s addiction, but he ends up drinking it instead which causes all the fights. Derrick finds the prescriptions and gets them refilled at the pharmacy. It looks as if he is being an angel and getting them for his mom, but really, he doesn’t get them for her. Derrick either takes enough to get high or he sells them. So I’ve heard from Michelle. She worries a lot about Derrick, maybe there is something between them that I haven’t ever realized, but hopefully he sees her for how amazing she is just like I do. The bell sounds as third period ends and it’s time for the fourth and final period of the day. The second most painful class next to Advanced Algebra: Physical Education. Coach Johnson is the biggest loser next to the principal. Always has praise for his QB Eddie Black. Also, defends him no matter what. Eddie could commit murder and the coach would testify that Eddie Black wouldn’t kill anyone. There could be video of Eddie killing someone, holding a clock and a newspaper while screaming his confession to that very murder, and the coach would still make sure Eddie was innocent. For all I know, the coach could’ve buried some bodies for Eddie. Maybe that explains all the disappearances. Maybe Eddie killed them all and the coach covered up everything. That would be well deserving for the two of them, because they have been killing me and harmless students for years and it would only serve as true justice if the two of them were behind metal bars. The coach would probably be the bottom bitch in that situation.

“Alright, ladies. Change and come back here in ten minutes. We are gonna do some jogging around the gym and then, after a small five minute break, because today is the last day before Winter Break, you have the choices of playing basketball or doing whatever you want. I could care less, if all you do is sit on your asses, but we will jog or you will be written up. Now if you excuse me I have some things to tend to in my office.” Coach Johnson says while holding a clipboard.

I come out of the locker room after changing into the gym uniform. The ugly grey sweat pants and t-shirt. I have the choice of a sweater, but we are inside today because of the fog. I find Derrick and I feel nervous asking him. What if I offend him? I don’t want to make things awkward between me and him. Our friendship is pretty good and I always hate opening my mouth, because sometimes I say things and people take it the wrong way. Derrick stands there and waves as his shirt has pit stains and there is a hole in his left knee. He doesn’t wash the uniform but that doesn’t bother me right now and to be quite honest, it never has. It’s not important right now.

“Hey Derrick can I ask you something?” I asked with a ton of fear.

“Yeah sure what’s up man?” Derrick replies.