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|Nightmare on Jefferson High School Street (standard:humor, 607 words)|
|Author: nerdgirl||Added: Nov 27 2000||Views/Reads: 2661/7||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|My fond memories of high school|
I am at my locker door getting my books when the 4th period bell rings. It seems to echo for eternity through the asbestos filled halls of Jefferson High School. I quickly take off to get to my algebra class as I run into a statue in the middle of the hall. Actually, it was Jeff, or better known as "Jeffmeister" the football quarterback. I am staring eye level at his shirt and it reads B.U.M. equipment. Then I made the mistake of looking down. Zigzagged patterns of orange and green pierce my retina. Why did it have to be zubas day today? I take off even faster as my eyes are watering from the burning sensation that starts to hit from looking at Jeffmeister's zubas. I slow down as the pain settles and come around the corner to the girl's locker room. I see a misty cloud of fog coming out from underneath the door. I am thinking they must have actually sweated in gym class today because no one ever takes showers. The door opens and I am engulfed in a cloud of aerosol chemicals. I throw my self down to the floor gasping for air. The smell hits me, it is a familiar sent that I recognize from sitting by Heather in algebra. I look up and see five girls hovering over me asking me if I was ok. By now I was high from the Aqua Net fumes and the girls hovering over me made it even worse. "Must....get...air", I whisper as I crawl away towards the exit door. Heather catches up to me after I have finally caught my breath. "Are you ok", Heather asks with concern. I see her pointy, hairspray crusted bangs that are defying gravity 4 inches tall. "NO, get away!" I scream in terror. She comes in closer and her bangs are now approaching my face. "Are you ok?" she asks again. At that point, her bangs pierce my right eyeball and I run away squealing like a baby pig. My poor eyes cannot take any more abuse, is the whole school out to get me? I wonder. I sit down in my seat in algebra and start to relax. Mr. Sprickle starts to go over yesterdays lesson when I hear a "ping" sound. I think nothing of it until I hear a couple more "pings". I look around and see five classmates bent over re-pinning the ankle of their jeans together. I also see the rest of my other classmates passed out in their seats. When I approach them, I see what is wrong. Their jeans had been pinned so tight they passed out from their circulation being cut-off. Right before I go to release the pins they give away. I suddenly hear dozens of "ping" sounds like I heard earlier. Pins are flying through the air at incredible speeds. Mr. Sprickle heads out the door to save himself and leaves me behind. The pins hurl towards my face and at the moment it starts to pierce my eye I find my cat sharpening his claws on my eyelids. I wake up somewhat relieved but also in fury that my cat chose my eyelids over his catnip filled scratching post that I bought for him yesterday at Wal-Mart. "Meow" he says as he purrs in heavenly delight. He is so cute that I have to forgive him as I pat his little, furry, whiskered head. I get out of bed and go to the bathroom to get some band-aids for my eyelids. I sigh in relief thinking how glad I am that it was just a nightmare. Tweet
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