My High School Hell Continued (Revamped)

Kid, Competitions and Perfect Bonding

"Hey get back here!" The shop owner yelled through the crowd as Kid and I ran. We escaped the Narrow Hall and stopped, panting and laughing around the corner. Kid looked up at me a grin.

"Holy shit," he laughed. "I can't believe you just took it out of his hands."

"I can't believe he didn't the damn flier to us! I would've thought he'd think it's good publicity!" I replied in kind.

"You'd think so aye," Kid laughed. "Okay, so we've got the flier, the bourbon, the pen, and the basket ball. What's up next?"

"Let's take a look at the list of magical mysteries," I said grinning. Kid was being nice, and friendly, and I had to admit, he looked cute when he smiled like this.

He rolled his eyes at me and took the list from my hands unrolling it.

"Pool noodle, the Eiffel Tower, or the music teachers signatures. Alright well the pool is closest to the class, plus it'd be the hardest to carry," Kid explained. "So I say music teacher then the tower and the noodle last."

"Deal," I grinned. "Lead the way, Captain."

Kid grinned then froze. He locked eyes with me and growled.

"Don't go thinking I've forgiven you," he threatened and shoved me back. Dammit. I thought I'd gotten him back again.

"He's a zombie,"

"Skeleton, actually,"

"How?"

"How should I know?! I heard it's something about his power letting him come back to life?"

"Okay, then why does he have an afro? I mean he's a skeleton,"

"He says his roots are really strong, what does it matter?"

"This is weird, even for me,"

"Yohohohoho, do my eyes deceive me? Even though I don't have any eyes! Cause I'm a skeleton! Yohohohoho," the skeleton was standing in the door. "A pretty young lady? Would you be so kind as to show me your panties?"

"What? No!" I cried slapping the skeleton. I regretted it instantly. He had a pretty thick skull.

"Oowwwww," the skeleton whined holding his face. "That hurt, not that I have nerve endings to feel pain. Yohohohoho."

"Don't hit the skeleton!" Kid scolded. I rolled my eyes.

"What can I do for you pretty young lady?" Mr Brook asked. "Would you like me to play you a song?"

"Um, we were wondering if we could get your signature?" I asked.

"Oh, you're fans," Mr Brook said tilting his head in what I assumed to be a honoured way. "I haven't been the Soul King in ages, good to see such young kids being interested on good music. Are you sure you don't want me to play you a song?"

"Oh no, I wouldn't want to waste to much of your time, a signature would be fine," I swooned. I figured the easiest way was to pretend I was on fact a fan.

"You too kind, come in, I have some photos inside, I see you have no book for my signature," Mr Brook said. "Yohohohoho, not that I have eyes. You see, I'm a skeleton."

"Yes, yes I do see that," I smiled. "Cause I do have eyes, cause I'm living."

The skeleton tilted his head. "I don't get it?"

Kid snickered before turning it into a cough. I rolled my eyes. I seem to be doing that a lot with him. Mr Brook took out an old photo from when he was alive and signed it.