CP Lockdown
It was Thursday before the term ended at Champlin Park and everyone are in their first hour classes, everyone in Ms. Tholens’ class were getting impatient and wanted to leave. The day was a normal morning and we all hoped to just leave with no issues throughout the weekend.
On the white board had been our last journal entry that stated “If we all could meet in five years, where would we all be and what would we look like...”, the black board was a natural black with no residue from chalk, the desks were full of students that didn’t want to be in them, and Ms. Tholens’ desk was in the corner all organized and full of late work papers. The walls were covered with huge posters full of information that seemed to be useful when read but no one bothered to read them, in all variety of colors from red to blue, to orange and green.
The place is set for the beginning as we meet some interesting people, Adam, a senior who is eighteen years old that is a sexist, racist commenter who is a second chair violinist, Ms. Tholen, the teacher who is roughly a twenty five years old daddy’s girl who loves to be creative and of course loves coffee with “cream and two sugars”, Artrel, a senior who is seventeen years old with no bounds to his stomach and also tends to cry himself asleep at night, Jocelyn, also a seventeen year old senior who works at Target, she loves to take pictures of herself and fantasize about love, Hageman, a seventeen years old junior who plays fantasy football, has a pillow with ninja turtles on it and a huge pumpkin that is carved like Adam, finally the last person who is interesting, me, myself and I, my name is Nevin and I will tell of this fateful day...
Ms. Tholen is in front of the class pacing back and forth as she says “Now kiddy-pops remember this weekend you all are to what?” the classes’ replies without a care “Drink, drink water... Sleep, sleep alone.”
Dominique stands up and says “That goes for you too Ms. Tholen”
As soon as Dominique stood up Ms. Tholen gave her the worst glare in the world and Ms. Tholen walked back to her desk. During the silence, noise came...
“Attention students and teachers, we are now under a lockdown, please take action calmly and smoothly.” Said the speaker in the room
As fast as the wind lifting a skirt outside, the class got up and dove into the back corner adjacent to Ms. Tholens’ desk, Ms. Tholen got up and ran to the door and locked it, trapping all of us in this new founded cell. The lights were flickering until they just shut down along with all the electricity.
“Well we’re all screwed” said Adam with no hesitation
“You can say that again” said Artrel “I’m hungry, give me that pumpkin.” As Artrels’ eyes got bigger, “Heck no, I love my Pumpkin” said Hagamen as he hugged his huge pumpkin carved like Adam.
“You know what, your pumpkin is too big and there is not enough room in the corner so I say we vote Hagamen out of this corner.” I said, the class agrees without thought. “All opposed raise your hands...” no hand was raised except Hagamens’.
“Fine I don’t need you all!” Hagamen then left to the other corner, when Hagamen got to the corner he popped open the pumpkin and crawled inside of it with his ninja turtle pillow the began to mumble as he closed the pumpkin carved just like Adam.
“Why do you have a pumpkin carved like me?” said Adam, “I just wanted to have a life size replica of you.” Hagamen replied.
With a sad attempt Hagamen spoke trying to act like Adam, “Hi, my name is Adam and I’m an alcoholic.”
“At least I’m not a psychopath trying to feed my obsession of becoming someone who I can never look like.” Adam replied with somewhat serous face.
It has been twenty minutes since the lockdown was in effect and as we all wondered how much longer is this going to take, Mr. Scuffles (Alex) himself stands up to speak, “I want to come out and say this because we might not make it out of this alive, I am an alien...” “An illegal alien from another country?” said Jocelyn, “No, from outer space, I come from your moon and my species inhabit and rule the moon.”
“I will admit too that I am something else, I drink blood...” I said with uncertainty.
“Really, I am a beast on the inside...” said Jocelyn realizing she is not alone. Everyone in the class realized how much we all didn’t know about each other. The class started off saying private things about themselves, “I wet the bed till I was seven” said Jim Paine, “I think about depression and my habit of insulting people with my same faults.”, “I actually love school.” said Tanet, “And I am a male cheer leader.” said Adam.
Ms. Tholen now hearing these, she has a breakdown, silently Ms. Tholen stands up and grabs the red cards from her desk and crawls under her desk saying “Cream and two sugars.... cream and two sugars...” over and over again with no end in sight.
The thought of coffee makes the whole class and I think about food as Artrel, Jocelyn and I crave it the most. Artrel grabs his back pack and whips out a 12 foot sub from Subway and now everyone wants a piece of it but before anyone could even see what the sub was, Artrel shoves the whole thing in his mouth. With the classes’ watering, the class gets restless and paranoid.
Jocelyn begins to pant just like a dog would that is just about to eat something and she starts to drool, my bones begin to ache and my blood begins to stir. “What are you looking at me for?” says Jim Paine as Jocelyn turns into the beast she said she was earlier, a Werewolf. Jim looks at the Werewolf wanting to scream but can’t, just as soon as we see Jims’ face, Jocelyn picks up Jim and tosses him into the wall and then charges Jim and eats him. I also turn into my demon as well, now a vampire craving for blood, I lurk in the shadows and creep behind Amelia and put my hand over her mouth and slowly bite into her neck as though it were a sweet peach, her blood drips down as I drain her entire body, she is now turned into a vampire and is under my control but is still unconscious, Jocelyn turns back to a normal girl she was earlier with a full stomach and I turn back into human once again after fulfilling my blood lust. “WHAT THE HELL?!” says Adam, “That’s more messed up then a cheerleader after prom.”
After Adam said that the whole class decided to duck tape Jocelyn to a desk and tie me up with spare rope and then duck tape me to the ceiling thinking I would enjoy it up there. “Since we all are nervous wrecks, I will play some soft music on my violin” Adam said breaking the tension.
The door gets a knock three times to open up or it will get knocked down. No one moves... (Bang, Bang) Two gun shots are heard throughout the hall, the door is then kicked in by the gunman looking for victims, the gunman looks around and wonders about the huge pumpkin carved like a person and two people tied up, one to a desk and one to the ceiling. The gunman points his handgun in the general area of the corner where most of the class is, “Who will be first?” said the gunman with no restraint. “You will be...” I said as I faded into the darkness, I had silently broken free from being tied up and untied Jocelyn and told her to change.
The gunman looks towards the cline were I was tied up and then at where Jocelyn was tied up only to find nothing there.
“You two can’t stop me, bring it on!” said the gunman who then got laid down by Jocelyn’s fast speed as a Werewolf and then I reappeared I grabbed the gunman and pinned him down and Jocelyn tore the gunman in half. The Werewolf and I shared the remains and splattered blood all over the room like a little kid playing around with paint. Just then four cops showed up to see the destruction Jocelyn and I had made, “I must be dreaming...” As one of the cops said that, Jocelyn and I made a break for it to the main doors, never to be seen again. The majority of the class is finally safe and are going to be alright, Ms. Tholen, however, was sent to an institution where coffee is abundant and never ending and even in her eyes you can tell that her life reached her peak when she taught and learned from her kiddy-pops, demons and all.
