Were All Dead, So Now What

Henry Walter pushed his glasses back up his nose as he stared at the plaque again.

No, no. This-This can't be right.

He looked around at the wide open lot where just minutes ago, Troperville High had been. Or at least it had seemed like minutes to him.

The construction crews must had covered pretty much everything in cement. The only thing left was the empty outdoor swimming pool that the swim team used during summer practice. Otherwise, just a big empty lot.

Henry, confused as hell, turned back to the plaque.

"In rememberence to the students and faculty that died October 5th, 2010. May we always carry their memories with us."

Underneath it was several names. He scrolled over it again until he saw the name that had caught his attention earlier.

"Henry Walter. 15 years old."

No...This...I don't...What the 'hell happened?

edited 1st Jan '11 2:22:35 PM by Tidal_Wave_17

I'm pretty sure I was just eating recently. What the hell happened? Where am I?

She saw that loner kid. He looked very upset.

"Um... whoever you are.... Are you OK?"

Clyde was driving toward Troperville high to see how the construction workers were doing.

Henry looked up at who had spoken to him. It was a girl. Kind of pretty, in a nerdy, average way.

"Um...This...It says..."

He couldn't even get the words out. This was too unbelievable. He just pointed at the plaque without looking at it again.

edited 1st Jan '11 2:25:56 PM by Tidal_Wave_17

There was a strange problem. When Caleb opened his eyes, he wasn't look at the lit ceiling of the large theater that was conjoined with the school. He couldn't see the high rising topbox, or the soft red felted padded seating. He could only see the clouds. And he could only feel the cold hard ground.

He looked up to see he was in the school parking lot, but that didn't make sense at all. He was just in the theater, having just enjoyed a fabulous affair with Tina. She was pretty hot. He was pretty sure she wrote her number somewhere on his body. He'd find that later.

He stood up, feeling a little wobbly. He saw a couple of kids near some plaque but didn't try to approach them.

Lee Mc Gloclan Age 17.

"This can't be right. This is obviously an elaborate practical joke."

She didn't believe it. So there's a pool. This is just a construction site. Someone's just messing with us.

She's right. This is a joke. Some sort of big, bizarre...Cruel, cruel joke.

"How-how do you think we got here?"

edited 1st Jan '11 2:35:37 PM by Tidal_Wave_17

"Someone probably drugged the food or something. Then dropped us off at some random construction site. That's it. Its the most logical explanation."

She pushed up her glasses and looked around. There was Caleb, that popular kid.

"Did you do this? Is this your idea of a joke?"

"It's not funny!" He joined the girl.

Why the hell would anyone want to play a joke on me, though? I've always stayed under the radar for bullies. Or at least thought I had.

Clyde finally arrived at the school. He parked his car and walked to where the school used to be.

Her Calculus teacher arrived on the scene.

"Mr. Flint. Thank goodness. Can you explain what's going on?"

"Huh?" The nerdy looking girl said something to him. He looked her over, up and down. She wasn't that hot. Kind of pudgy, actually. And there was nothing wrong with glasses, in fact they could be hot sometimes, but on her they didn't work too well. He probably wouldn't try to do anything with her.

"Whatcha talking about?...Were you guys taking a nap in the school and someone moved you too?"

"So you're another victim. However did this prank has a lot of balls to target you."

So he didn't do it.

"Mr. Flint?"

A teacher. This is good. He can take us home! Mom and Dad must be so worried.

"Mr. Flint!" He started to wave.

"Oh yeah...You got that right...If I find the guy that did this, I'm gonna teach him a lesson...If it's a girl then...well, I'll teach her a different kind of lesson..."

Caleb turned to Mr.Flint.

"You wouldn't. That's a bluff. A lot of dedication though.... Whoever did this."

She tried not to make a fool of herself.

Clyde didn't notice anything the ghosts were doing. He couldn't notice them. He decided to go to where his classroom used to be.

For some reason, Etta appeared a few inches off the ground. Dropping to the concrete with a resolute *thunk*, the shock caused her to reopen her eyes. Having had enough time to squeeze them shut before the wall had thrown itself out at her the intrepid girl reporter was surprised to be in the open and not covered in debris. Not a pleasant surprise mind you, as she looked around. Not only was she not covered in cinder block chunks nothing was. Just a concrete pad, ouch, and the hole for a pool. It slowly dawned on her addled mind.

"Son of a bitch," She mumbled. Looking around again she noticed several of her fellow students standing around, some around a plaque. Chuckling, Etta spoke a little louder, "We'll I'll be god damned!."

He watched as Mr. Flint walked past them.

"Wha-Mr. Flint? Hey!"

Oh, God, he must be in on it, too!

Then a girl fell down in front of them.

What the-?

edited 1st Jan '11 2:43:42 PM by Tidal_Wave_17

"Mr. Flint. Why are you ignoring us? We've been kidnapped. Please. We need to get home."

She tired touching him on the shoulder. Her hand went straight through him.

"What!"

"Hey! You don't know my, Glasses girl. I'm not gonna let some dickhead think he can get away with this. Besides, even if I don't want to fight, I can get friends to fight for me. And he can better believe he'll never date another girl in this school again."

Caleb went wide eyed when the girl put her hand through the teacher.

edited 1st Jan '11 2:43:49 PM by Saturn

As Flint passed her, Etta threw her arm out to catch the teacher's leg on a whim as Lee tried to grab his shoulder. Instead of tripping or even stopping the math teacher just kept walking. Her laughter built and the heavily dressed brunette dropped back to the ground without a sound this time.

edited 1st Jan '11 2:45:32 PM by hotelkilo

"That was uncalled for. But its like he''s not even there. This is just bizzare."

''No... It tisn't true. It's not true."

"What?"

He tried to process what he had just seen. Two of his classmates had just tried to touch Mr. Flint, but their hands had gone straight threw him. Plus, one of them had fallen from nowhere.

No way...

Caleb turned around quickly to the laughing girl. He knew that laugh anywhere. "...Etta." He walked over to her and knelt down beside her. "Etta, what are you doing out here?"