This whole thing started with a very weird dream I had a few weeks ago. I told my BFF, Denny, and she agreed that it was extremely weird. After some consideration, I’ve decided to make a story with it. I have no plan what-so-ever, so if you’d like to give me some ideas in the comments, feel free.
I’m honestly as clueless as you are right now!
Anywho, this whole thing will mainly take place at the school Denny and I used to go to, St. Mathews. Know of it? Well, if ya do, you’d know that it only goes up to Sixth Grade.
Not in my dream, and not in this story!
The two main characters are younger (13 years old), OC versions of Den and I. Sadly, I don’t remember how all of my old classmates look, and so descriptions will be very small. Use your imagination. Also, I don’t remember a lot of the teachers, so I’ll make up names XD Hope you enjoy.
Unknown POV-Three Days Priar
“You are certain that is where they are?” “Yes. Ironic; a demon going to a Catholic school.” “Catholic? Will that be a problem?” “Not at all, as long as we stay away from the church.” “Mmm. Alright.” “What are your orders?” “Simple. Assist me in finding them, and make sure we do not get caught.” “Yes, my lord.”
Logan’s POV
My name is Logan Saturday. I am thirteen years old, female, and a student at St. Mathews. I have shoulder-blade length black hair, and dark brown eyes with a small hint of red. I’ve never really liked this school, but it’s okay, I guess. I did meet my BFF here. Amber Yas. She has shoulder length aurburnish hair and brown eyes.
“Hey, Log!” Speak of the devil.
I turned around and greeted my long-time friend with a hug. “Hey! I was afraid you were taking a sick day.” “Nah. I tripped over Stitch.” We both laughed and started walking to school.
…
We walked into class, and went to greet our teacher. “Morning, Mrs.…D?” Amber and I glanced around, but our teacher wasn’t there. “Maybe she’s out for the day.” Amber suggested, to which I shrugged in response. We made our way to our desks and began unpacking our stuff. “Did you hear?” I glanced over my desk and looked at my childhood friend, Jasmine. “Hear what?” Amber and I asked in unison.
It’s freaky how we do that.
Jasmine laughed lightly, before continuing. “There’s a new kid. Apparently, he’s from London.” “There’s also a new teacher.” One of the boys in our class, Nick, added. “A new teacher and new student at the same time. Suspicious, no?” Nick laughed. “You’ve been reading too much Nancy Drew.” “Yeah, but you have to admit, it’s odd.” He shrugged and walked back to his desk.
After we finished unpacking, Amber and I went out in the hall to put our things in our lockers. “I wonder who this new student is.” I wondered out loud. “And the teacher.” “Don’t know, don’t really care. If they’re both from England, I’m sure they’re just visiting for Sprit Week.” I looked at her and blinked a few times. She did have a good point. Why would two people just randomly move to the U.S? And choose our school, none the less.
Still, I had my suspicions.
Time skip-lunch
I walked out of the kitchen and looked around, trying to find Amber. I didn’t find her, but I did find an unfamiliar face. That must be the new kid. Why is he all alone? The new student had blueish hair and an eye patch over his right eye. That’s…weird…I walked over to where he was and sat down beside him. “Hi! You must be new, right? I’m Logan.” I smiled brightly, but he didn’t say anything. I was about to say something else, when Amber sat down across from me. “There you are! I was looking for-oh, this is the new kid? Hey, I’m Amber.” She held out her hand, and he…actually took it!
“Pleasure to meet you. My name is Ciel Phantomhive.” “Odd name.” Amber observed, taking a bit of her sandwich. “I think it’s a nice name.” I argued, earning me a glance from Ciel. I took note that his visible eye was a beautiful blue. “So…you’re from London, right? I’ve always wanted to go there.” Ciel smiled lightly. Before we could continue, Mr. Rockoff, the drama/music teacher, walked in.
“Okay, students! As you know, each grade is doing a play for spirit week! Now, does anybody have any ideas for what the 8th Grade should do?” I looked around the cafeteria, but no one said anything.
Until…
“If I may?” Amber and my gaze went over to the Teachers’ Table, where a man with raven hair and dark red eyes was standing up. Whoa…that’s the new teacher? Mr. Rockoff nodded towards him, and the new teacher continued. “I propose that my class does Shakespeare’s Hamlet.”
“His class?” I stood up. “What about Mrs. D?!” Amber stood up after me. “Yeah, what happened to her?” He glanced at us and smiled. “Girls!” Mr. Rockoff yelled. “Show some respect!” “It’s quite alright.” We continued glaring at the new teach, but he didn’t seem very fazed. After a few moments, we sat down, and Rockoff cleared his throat. “I think that is a great idea. Alright then, anyone want to audition?”
Lightbulb!
I jumped up, my hand raised. “I would!” “Alright, Ms. Saturday.” Ciel looked up at me when my last name was said. Weird…
I hopped up to the stage, grabbed the mike, and cleared my throat. Hamlet…alright, then.
“To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; to sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; for in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life; for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of despised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons, be all my sins remember'd!” I felt everyone’s eyes on me, and became overwhelmed with nervousness. Out of fear, I ran off the stage, outside, and hid behind a wall. I sat down against a wall and buried my face in my knees. Why did I do that?
And then, I heard someone come up beside me.
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