School Day Gone Wrong Proluge and Chap. 1

~Prologue~1

The year, 2038; the worst year in economic history. A chilly wind settled over the long abandoned school, which would soon become a church. The little town of Pineview, ravaged only 13 years earlier by betrayal and a plague of what is now called the curse to all teachers. Some say the school is haunted. Others turn disbelief into fear of ever going near it. But still others say, the many murders that occurred there will never be forgotten. 2

Let’s take a look into the past, where our journey first started. 2025; a year that looked very promising for many people. Including the governor, who had been running for his third term. Unable to figure out the mysterious death of his only opponent, he went on a spending spree. Letting schools have grants and the like. Pineview, a very small town, became blessed with the presence of the governor three days after he took office. After his visit, the school and its students soon forgot his good deeds and went through their normal routine; criticizing everything politically involved people did. 3

But enough about him, we’ll get more into him later. The real story starts with a young woman named Lorraine Olsen. And what happened the year she became an upper classmen in high school. Life seemed to be flourishing in the little town. The port opened and closed, bringing about sailors, who normally went to the local bar and bargained with the local merchants for lower prices. The lighthouse had always been a favorite place for Lorraine’s grandfather. When he passed away, she went to sit on the pier everyday, just to remember all the good times. 4

Her friends never came with her, even when they came over for the night. No one could understand why, but for some reason, the lighthouse meant more than her own life. Her nearly fatal accident had proven that. But no one argued with her to not to go back there, every single day of the year. 5

~Chapter 1~6

~The Calm Before The Storm~7

The busy streets of Pineview over crowded for the big summer parade. It’s the middle of June, the warmest time of the year in the state of Melidoma. All of the floats; and of course, the ever-loyal band; were lined up, ready to go. The only delay would be the fire trucks, they had the misfortune to gain a flat tire. Lorraine and her group of friends sat on the sidewalk, waiting anxiously for the parade to begin so they could collect the thrown candy. Recently back from her trip to Ireland, Kayla, Lorraine’s best friend, stood beside her, rambling on about how the scenery differed.8

“Ireland is so much better,” Kayla complained, snapping her gum nosily, just to annoy Lorraine. 9

Dark brown hair and green eyes, Kayla tended to grow on you. A little taller then Lorraine, Kayla often appeared out of nowhere and yet seemed to always know what was going on. It’s like she could be anywhere and know what you and a friend were talking about; it’s just creepy. Although her mother came from Mexico, her father was Irish; her pale skin and many freckles gave her a ghastly look.10

“Will you shut up?! I think I can hear the band. They sound really good this year.”11

“Well, you could be in there, you just didn’t go to camp and totally left me hanging when I wanted to go. Thanks to you, I’m going to be so behind come the first day of school.”12

“So. Not my problem, I’m not going to be in band. There are better classes to take in my two years left of high school. And band is just not on my list. I did the band thing for the first two years. Isn’t that enough?” Lorraine asked, reaching over to pick up some candy that had been thrown their way. 13

“Look, there’s Nick; isn’t he dreamy? That butt, those eyes, and, of course, his hair. It’s just the right color of brown. He looks so much like the hotty I made out with in Ireland. Did I tell you about that yet?” Kayla said, jumping up and down, trying to get his attention.14

“Your such an idiot…. Will you just stop? Hey! Quit hitting me!” Lorraine yelled. 15

“Is she being a pain in the butt?” came a voice from behind them.16

Turning around, Lorraine saw her other best friend, Cassidy, standing there, holding a neatly wrapped box. The box itself was no taller then a bottle of pop but it weighed a ton. Wrapped in a red bow, Cassidy handed the small box to Lorraine.17

“Who’s that for?” Lorraine asked. 18

“It’s for you. I thought you would like it. Today is the anniversary of your grandfather’s death, isn’t it?”19

“Yeah. Can we not talk about that? It’s the summer time parade. Time to be happy and exciting. Not the time to talk about that. Are you still coming over tonight?”20

“Hey, let’s not talk about that either. I can but can’t come over. I’m not supposed to but mom and dad are going to be gone so I don’t care. Here,” Cassidy said, handing her the gift.21

“I’ll open it later. Sound good? Tom should be coming up and I want to see him.”22

Cassidy looked heartbroken but smiled anyway. The parade continued for another hour, float after float passing them. Eventually bored, they left and said goodbye to Kayla. Cassidy tagged along with Lorraine until they reached her car. The bright blue Sunfire gleamed a blue-purple in the setting sun. Lorraine unlocked the door and set her gift in the back seat and buckled it up for kicks and giggles.23

“So, are you coming? I want to talk to you about…. him. Would that be okay with you?” Lorraine asked.24

“Yeah. It’s fine. But why him? It’s been so long ago. Are you sure you want to bring back all those memories?” Cassidy said, a little ashamed of her uncaring words.25

“It’s important to me. That’s all that should matter. I mean come on, it was like three years ago and I haven’t did anything too bad. Have I?” Lorraine shot back.26

“Your right. It shouldn’t matter. But for some reason it does. I don’t want you to go through that all again. It hurt you too much.”27

“I know. But like I said, I want to talk about it at home. Just get in already,” Lorraine said, climbing in her car. 28

Hooking up her CD player, she unlocked the passenger door and started the car. Cassidy slid into the seat and shut her door. Pulling out of the parking lot, they watched the end of the parade. The streets now cleared, the travel home didn’t involve detours and annoying people in the middle of the road. With the leaves a deep green and the sky, blue and cloudless, she took the scenic route home. The old Victorian homes and the new modern ones showed just how diverse the community could be. She enjoyed watching the kids playing football in the front yard and skate boarders trying to show off. 29

Finally pulling into her lonely driveway on Second St., she turned the car off and glanced at Cassidy. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth but decided against it and pulled her purse toward her. Cassidy looked at her but grabbed her things and got out of the car.30

“Cassidy, wait. There was something I wanted to tell you, before I face the wrath of my parents,” Lorraine said.31

“Well, spit it out,” Cassidy said.32

“I’m going to move out soon if they get divorced. I can’t take all of the arguing anymore and most of the time; it’s about me and how I would feel. I’m just so sick of it,” Lorraine said, looking at her purse.33

“Where you implying that you would need a place to stay? Cause you do know that my house is always open. I’m sure I could talk to my parents. Don’t worry; I won’t let you live on the streets. I’ll make sure you have a place to stay,” Cassidy reassured her.34

“Thanks. It means more then you think it does. Oh. Don’t let me forget to open my gift.” She gestured to the package in the back seat. “It’s buckled up. Do you want to hand it to me?”35

Cassidy reached back and pulled the present from it’s holding place. Handing it to Lorraine, she shut her door and headed toward the house. Lorraine followed after gathering her things and grabbing the mail. She walked up the cement steps and into the house. Hardwood flooring met her feet and she removed her shoes and jacket. She motioned for Cassidy to go to her room. As she dropped the mail on the counter, she flipped through it to find a letter from school. She left the kitchen and followed Cassidy to her room, where she tore open the letter.36

“What’s that?” Cassidy asked.37

“A letter from school,” Lorraine said, skimming the pages she had gotten. “It says here that I can go get my report card and here is a copy of my schedule. I got into photography. That should be fun. But look all the classes that are going to have loads of homework. English, Government, and Spanish. Hey, why don’t we go down there and pick it up? Yours should be in too.”38

“Sure. There is nothing else to do. When are your parents due home?”39

“No idea. But I’ll leave them a note. Come on.”40

Lorraine threw the papers on her bed and led the way out of her room. Back in the car, they drove to the school, which was only a few miles away. Only a few cars littered the parking lot, most of the staff at the parade. But despite the lack of cars, Lorraine parked the car and the two headed into the school. The two sets of double doors greeted them.41

Walking inside, they could see three of the teachers in the office, obviously having some sort of argument. Not wanting to disturb them, the girls waited outside the office, eavesdropping on the yelling teachers. Lorraine, braver then Cassidy stood closest to the door. Peering into the office through the window, Lorraine reported to Cassidy the situation.42

“Who’s arguing?” Cassidy asked.43

“Ms. Paring, Mrs. Torrance, Mr. Scott and I think I see Mrs. Mercian in the back, making copies. But does it really matter?” Lorraine whispered.44

“Yes. Can you hear what they are saying?” 45

“Not with you talking in my ear. Now shush,” Lorraine said, putting a finger to her lips.46

She brought her ear as close as she could to the door and listened.47

“Shut up you stupid women! He doesn’t love you! Just face the facts and leave,” Ms. Paring, a quite short lady, yelled at someone.48

“How dare you speak to me like that? I’ve taught here longer then you have. You have no right to speak to me like that. I know for a fact that he doesn’t even think about you in terms of love,” Lorraine heard Mrs. Torrance exclaimed. 49

“Please, ladies. There is no need to fight. I’m a married man and I’m not going to lose the best relationship of my life because you women are infatuated with me. Now, in a very business like manner, I will excuse myself and let you too. How should I put this? Battle it out,” Mr. Scott said.50

The door handle moved slightly. Lorraine, being blocked, couldn’t see what happened. Blood flew onto the window and she let out a weak moan. She turned around to see Cassidy kneeled over, a puddle of vomit on the floor in front of her. Exchanging worried glances, the door opened and Mrs. Torrance walked out. Seeing the two standing there, she let out a short gasp but quickly recovered. She grabbed Lorraine by the collar and shoved her against the nearest wall.51

“What did you see? Tell me!” the crazy teacher asked.52

“Not-nothing. I-I swear I didn’t see anything. I-I just heard y-you arguing,” Lorraine said, her voice panicked and fast. 53

“You will tell no one of what you saw or heard. And I mean no one. If you do, you will end up just like him. Is that understood?” Mrs. Torrance said. 54

Lorraine nodded slowly. Letting Lorraine go, Mrs. Torrance walked into the office and helped Ms. Paring fix the evidence. The two girls left the school, not caring about their report card anymore.