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“It's always you guys.”

Chris Mclean, Rather Principle Mclean, clicked his tongue. He was staring at a group of S3s who clearly were not paying him much mind.

“To say I'm extremely disappointed would be an absolute understatement.”

While he talked his eyes fell on the first girl, she had long black hair that was tied into a ponytail and a stare that could potentially put anyone into a cardiac arrest.

“Eva Garren, It says here you’re in for fighting an S2. I honestly expected nothing more from you.”

Mclean let out a dramatic sigh, to prove how tired he was of dealing with her. In response, Eva rolled her eyes at Chris’s very obvious fake exprasiation. Eva was probably the strongest S3 he’d ever seen, he wouldn’t put it past her to fight another kid.

“Izzy Connelly..”

even muttering the name of the ginger sitting in front of him was painful. If there was a person in the dictionary, she would be the exact definition of insane. Even now she gave him a smile that sent shivers crawling down his back. She stunk of some kind of out of date meat… probably pork.

“You freed a spider on a kid because he called you a crazy… swear word that I won't repeat.”

Chris had already lost one too many jobs, he wasn’t risking this one too over saying silly swears.

His eyes quickly turned to the scrawny brunette sitting beside her. He stared at Chris completely deadpan… What a bitch.

Chris. He's 14. Don’t call your 14 year old students bitches. That's why you had a cooking show that only aired one episode.

“Noah Sterecra, according to my information, you told someone they stink of, poo… and needed to marry a shower to even begin to smell better. The pure audacity of you is appalling.”

Chris gave him a disapproving head shake. Just in case you were wondering, Noah said Shite.The bookworm's response was to shoot the former mentioned tough girl a look.

He eyed the rest of the group. One was a pretty girl, she too had long black hair. Unlike the first she had a ton of makeup on, making her look like a bit of a clown in Chris’s opinion.

Chris, who are you to comment on someone's looks, you look like you rolled out of bed after mourning your dead wife.

The other two were different. The first was a delinquent who had been in juvie multiple times in one year. The self proclaimed ‘Bad Boy’... Cringe.

The second was the very definition of ‘pretty boy’ He sat upright while staring at Chris. He had the inhumane talent to charm the pants off of any known species and then some.

“Heather Kasgua, you were caught skipping class and making out in the halls, me and you both know that it’s against the rules. Both of them.”

Maybe if she paid more attention to going to class than looking like she worked at a circus, she could actually make something of herself.

Harsh.

“Duncan Tarun, you punched a kid for trying to sit in your seat and you jumped.. Harold. Again. The second time this week. And it's Monday.”

“Harold was being a short-tempered cunt. I had to-”

“No, you didn’t have to. You interrupted my scolding of you guys. I know you don’t want to hear me go on and on but you must face this as part of the consequences.”

Chris retorted while eyeing Duncan. He looked like a bloody highlighter with that stupid Mohak which was definitely against the dress code.

“oh no do go on, we have all the time in the world to sit here and listen to you drone on and about stuff we all definitely care about.”

Chris turned to the cheeky fucker who said that and found himself staring at the scrawny saracstic brunette from before.

“Excuse me? Did you talk back to me?”

“You’re excused, and yes I did. It's called a conversation.”

“Shut up twink, your sarcastic remarks makes me want to jump off a bridge. I wouldn’t put it past you to do that also though.”

Heather turned to Noah while saying this. She looked him up and down before opening her lipstick smudged mouth to speak before being cut off by Mclean.

“You two, quit it! I’ll get this over quickly so Ms O’Halloran can bring you to Isolation. Alejandro Burromuerto you were also caught skipping class and making out in the hallways. This is the fourth time this month. It's the 6th of October. The 4th and 5th we weren’t in school.”

Chris kept pausing to put a dramatic effect on his words. It never worked. He looked around at the group sitting in front of him. They looked every out of place together, their styles somehow all clashed together despite having a uniform that was all the same. A good bunch of them actually had multiple dress code violations, Duncan with his hair, Izzy with her ridiculous shoes and Alejandro with a half unbuttoned shirt.

“Right Ms O’Halloran, take them to isolation!!”

Chris yelled over his shoulder. A blonde teacher walked over and grabbed the closest two kids with her left (Eva and Izzy ) and two others with her right (Noah and Heather) She dragged them off to Isolation.

When I say dragged I mean she quite literally dragged them across the floor much to their displeasure. Eva managed to rip free of her grip before she caught on her again to continue dragging them.

Once they got to the door Blaineley (Ms O’Halloran) Quite literally pushed open the floor and dropped them inside before locking it. It was completely dark.

Not much sooner later after Heather spent ages finding the light and failing miserably the rest of the group was flung onto the floor.

There was a sharp cracking sound before a gasp of pain left someone's mouth.

Heather quickly flipped on the light to reveal the scene. Duncan had knocked over Izzy, Alejandro was currently sitting on Noah (the sound was of Noah's bones).

Ms O’Halloran pushed through them, sending them to each side. She began pulling out chairs and desks for them to sit at.

Izzy noticed a S1 at some point had joined them.

“Oh hey, since when did you totally get here!?”

Izzy questioned the S1. She had purple hair that was tied into pigtails with pink highlights. She also had piercing blue eyes that could cut someone if they weren’t careful.

“She was found in the halls cutting up ants she found with a stolen scalpel from the science department.”

Ms O’Halloran stated while glaring at her. She was aware of the ant problem at the school but they never bothered to fix it, why should they? It's not like it's a health and safety problem.

“Now sit down before I choke your pathetic asses.”

Ms O’Halloran demanded this while pointing at the disorganized desks and chairs.

They all awkwardly shuffled to sit down. Ms O’ Halloran glared down at them as they did.

“She's like kinda fit, i'm not gay but like damn she could choke me”

Everyone turned to Heather as she said this. I mean she was kind of fit, that's why half of the teachers had a crush on her.

“This shit is lame, I want out.”

“Duncan, it's only been 2 minutes ya fat bastard. Now stop complaining before I show you the definition of lame.”

Eva spat out. She wanted to jump him and everyone in that room knew it. In fact, she wanted to jump everyone. Even her close friends like Noah and Axel (an S1 she befriended) weren't free of her wrath. The only person who was truly free of her temper was Izzy.

“Yeah, Iron woman will crush you”

Noah gave an eye roll with this comment. If sarcasm was a job, he’d be the owner.

“Do you ever lay off on sarcasm? It's hard enough being trapped in here without hearing some gay boy’s voice yapping in my ear the whole time.”

Heather shot a particularly starey-stare at him. Like the one teachers would do when their class of rowdy primary children had disappointed them.

“At least he isn’t a total scheming, canivan bitch like you.”

Eva was getting pretty sick and tired of Heather's endless comments on other people.

“RIGHT. I HAVE ENOUGH. ENOUGH. YOU THREE CONE WITH ME AT ONCE.”

Ms O’Halloran grabbed Heather, Noah and Eva and dragged them to a separate corner of the room. She threw an object down on the lonely desk.

It was a fucking banana.

A. fucking. banana.

“Until you guys can learn to get along, you will have to bond over this banana. Go have fun.”

Ms O’halloran walked off to watch over the rest of the group.

“Is she seriously doing this to us!? Oh how’d I love to give her a piece of my mind.”

“I'm getting bored of looking at this banana and not doing anything.”

“Great news everyone! We found the title of Noah's sex tape!!!”

Heather yelled over her shoulder to get the other’s attention.

So here they were. Sitting in isolation. Staring off into space.

That was until a sharp tapping noise caught their attention, I wonder what it is?

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Tap. Tap. Tap.

The tapping was repetitive and quick. It kept echoing, bouncing off the walls of the cramped room.

The 7 of them kept turing their heads trying to pinpoint the location of the sound.

That pissed off Ms O’halloran to hell and back. She wasn’t very pleased with how the way things were going. She loved it when she had authority. Its one of the only good things that come with being a teacher.

“Oh my god you guys, it’s probably just a rat scampering around in the vents. Cry babies.”

She rolled her eyes, she clearly was already over the whole ‘watch 7 kids in the same room who all cause trouble’ thing.

Okay listen, every time Heather, Blaineley or Noah roll their eyes in this story, smoke a joint. I promise you definitely won’t be stoned out of your mind by the end.

please don’t actually do this.

“ooo! I love rats, its just so fun to see them scurry away, attempting to run away from you with all their might but failing miserably as soon and the knife pierces their frail little bodies!!!”

Lauren squeled this in excitement. Duncan turned over Alejandro to whisper to him.

“That girl is like.. a total and utter nutjob. She might even be more unhinged than Izzy. And were talking about IZZY.”

“No offence to her, amigo but you’re right, shes like Scary.”

“Yo Scary girl! Chill out on the whole murder show!! No one thinks you’re quirky or cool, they just think you’re utterly insane!!”

‘Scary girl’ turned her head in a 360 slowly to answer to Duncans mocking tone.

“You can tell me that again once I hear the pathetic screams leave your lifeless body once I'm done with you!!!”

Okay. Total weirdo is definitely a suitable name for her.

“Hey Ms O’halloran.”

“What you wee shite.”

“Call me a shite again and I'll punch you into next week. Anyway, why is this called isolation? Like nobody is isolated, even me, Bitchy girl and Noah aren’t isolated and we’re at a separate table.”

“Well Eva, if you wee fuckers stopped causing trouble at the same time it WOULD be isolation. The school doesn’t have enough budget for more rooms, as you can tell by the fact it’s a shitehole.”

Ms O’halloran mumbled the last part, sure she was a teacher but that didn’t mean she LIKED the school she was teaching at. Her mumbling didn’t stop Izzy from hearing it.

“Harsh”

There it was again. The tapping. It was, at this point, driving everyone a bit mad. It probably wasn’t coming from the vents, it wasn’t metallic enough. It was also hollow, yet solid at the same time.

“That rat is REALLY hyper.”

Duncan remarked. He knew full well it wasn’t a bloody rat. Like cmon, she should’ve thought of a better excuse.

When you're completely bored out of your mind, you tend to notice things that you usually wouldn’t, like how the bookshelf only contained books about algebra that were outdated. They were all copies of Abstract Algebra that was written in 1986. In fact that’s probably why they were left on the bookshelf to rot.

Maybe you would notice how the boxes in the corner were filled with old books for English lessons such as ‘Great Expectations’ or ‘The Murder On The Orient Express’ collecting dust that would probably give you a million and one diseases.

Either Heather didn’t notice these things or thought they were meaningless compared to what she saw. Hanging there across the room were a few pairs of silver keys.

Eva was right about Heather, she did love a good scheme. That's why as soon as she saw them, the cogs in her brain started moving. She had a scheme, no, a goal even and she wasn’t about to let it go.

Very conveniently, Ms O’halloran’s radio started beeping. It was an incredibly distorted and mangled beeping that would make any sane person rip their ears off.

“Ms O’halloran, we got another skipper! Come and help me punish this kid.”

The voice was undisputedly the lunch hall worker, Chef. Nobody actually knew his name, not even Chris, who was the one who hired him. Everyone just called him Chef, so he is also called Chef for the convenience of this story.

“Can it wait, I’m already dealing with a bunch of S3’s.”

Ms O’halloran had this habit of yelling too loud when speaking over a phone or a radio.

“Nah it can’t, now come.”

Chef snapped back. Blaineley sighed and put back her radio.

“I'm off, i'll be back in a few minutes, don’t cause trouble or I’ll murder you all.”

And with that, Blaineley turned and walked out the door, but not before locking it, obviously.

You could hear her high heels as they tapped against the floor in the distance.

“I bet her heels are sharp enough to pierce a fragile little creature!”

Ignoring Laurens remark, Heather took this opportunity to sprint over to the other side of the room and grabbed the keys.

She began looking through the labels that were attached onto the keys , Isolation , the art studio, the many science labs and… a key that was simply labeled ‘extra room.’

“What are you doing? Are you gonna totally bust out of here?”

Izzys voice rang out quite loud, Alejandro began trying to quieten her.

“Try not to be loud. Clearly if you’re loud we’ll be heard then we’ll be stuck in her for longer.”

“oops haha sorry!!”

“It's so dusty here I bet someone must have died!! Ooo! What a lovely thought!!”

Heather gave her a side eye before she began talking.

“Right well you absolute nut job is definitely staying here, Duncan, Alejandro? You Coming?”

“I think you and Duncan should go, Amor, it will be too suspicious with multiple people gone at once.”

Alejandro always called people Amor, you will hear him saying that quite a bit through the duration of this story.

“Can the rest of us like, come too? I’m so bored I could, like, smash this table.”

“Um no? Did you not just hear Alejandro? It would be too suspicious if most of us left ginger.”

With that Duncan turned towards the door and watched Heather fumble with the door before finally locking it, then they both ran off into the hall.

“could we visit Courtney, not that I like.. care at all but she is my girlfriend and she’ll be worried.”

“Ugh fine, you and lovey dovey can speak for a minute, but we’ll have to be quick, I want to find out stuff about Principle McLean and i'll need a few supplies to get him out of his office.”

They both started heading down the eerily quiet corridor and made their way upstairs. They were on a mission to take some supplies from the science lab, and Heather knew just how to scheme her way through it.

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While walking up the stairs, Heather and Duncan kept turning their heads trying not to get caught by ‘Ms O’horeran’ [pronounced as O-Whore-ran] as they secretly called her.

Coming to a stop, Heather quickly pulled out the keys she had grabbed in the previous chapter.

“Right we’ll need to avoid the cameras, although you’re very good at that from the time you stole from tescos.”

“Oh piss off Heather. Why are we here again?”

“umm to steal from the lab?? DUH.”

Heather was getting a bit irritated of Duncans questions.

Now officially ignoring the loud mouthed green haired kid, Heather quickly unlocked the door and sneaked in.

She knew that some of the acids could be used to make at least some sort of stench to get the headteacher out of his office.

Heather wasn’t a person to just let something go. Another girl in her class, Gwen, called her out for spreading rumors and starting drama. So she retaliated by stealing her diary from her tiny locker (she did end up destroying it in the process costing Gwen 5 quid) and reading it out to everyone in the social area.

Digging up dirt was her favourite way to punish teachers that had gotten her in trouble. So that’s exactly what she planned on doing.

Duncan quickly flipped up his, well, flip phone. He quickly shone the light around the dark room, before they both spotted the shelfs labeled ‘Acid and Alkalis.’

They both snuck over, careful not to make too much noise as their shoes hit the eternally cold floor. One wrong move and they could be caught.

Heather slowly climbed up on the counter to look at the chemicals.

Her big brown eyes darted around reading labels before finding the right one she needed. Thioaceton.

She grabbed the bottle, ready to dilute it. While yes, she wanted to get Chris out of his office, she didn’t want to kill the guy.

“What's that?”

“um only one of the most foul smelling chemicals in existence, you know, you’d think a school would refrain from adding foul smelling chemicals in a building full of teens.”

“whatever? can we scr-”

Duncans sentence was cut off by the sounds of a lanyard.

Shit. It was a teacher.

They turned off the phone light and ducked behind some rotting cardboard boxes. They were filled with a bunch of NAT 5 exams.. yeesh.

Heather was glad she was in S3 and not S4, exams were too much of a hassle to deal with at the moment.

The teacher flipped on the light and grabbed the decaying cardboard box they were hiding behind.

Isn't that just…perfect..

The teacher let out a shriek before Duncan and Heather cartoonishly jumped out and fled down the endless corridor, running noisily as they made their escape.

No teacher was going to stop them now, Heather had what she needed and she wasn’t about to let it go. Not for no teacher, not for the world.

They both bursted into the isolation room, slammed the huge wooden door and ran to sit down in the plastic seats.

Heather dropped the bottle and it rolled right into Noah.

Great.

Noah was no fool, Heather bet he knew what the chemical did and why she had it.

Heather sighed as Noah picked the tiny bottle up, raised an eyebrow at her before passing it back. No questions were asked and she was thankful, although she knew that Noah had probably already partially worked out why she had it.

“That was so awesome, did you see the look on that teacher's face? He looked like he was going to have a bloody heart attack!!”

“We are probably going to get referrals now though Duncan.”

“Whatever, I don’t care”

Heather looked around at the tiny room before that annoying tapping noise began again.

“So, whose turn is it to go out?”

“You know I think Noah, Izzy and umm..”

Heather paused trying to think of the next person. She wanted Noah out so she, Alejandro and Duncan could talk out a plan.

“Um Scary girl.. Lauren can go with you.”

Don’t worry, she didn’t forget about Eva but that would go against the whole ‘too many people missing is suspicious’ reasoning

Heather slowly passed the keys over to Noah.

He eyed her suspiciously before grabbing the keys and walked out with Izzy and Lauren following behind him.

Heather ran to the door to check that they were out of sight before pulling out the bottle again to show to Alejandro.

Heather turned around to see Eva staring at her dead in the eyes, with her infamous glare that again, could send anyone into cardiac arrest.

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“So what's inside? I hope it's, like, totally awesome.”

Izzy peered over Noah's shoulder as he unlocked the heavy rusty door and pushed it open.

Lauren flipped on the light to reveal a gigantic hole in the ground. It looked like an endless void forever stuck in the ground.

They all stood at the edge of the hole (what a stupid thing to do, haven’t they seen literally any movies?) and looked down to see the bottom, they soon discovered there was not one in sight.

“Okay because it's normal to have a huge hole in the school.”

“That looks like a sinkhole! What do you suppose is in it??”

Noah rolled his eyes. It very clearly was NOT a sinkhole. Sinkholes weren’t just black voids with nothing in them. Everyone knows this.

Lauren giggled with eerie confidence before grabbing onto Izzy and Noah and jumping down the hole. Seriously, do they just lack common sense? Kids, do NOT do what they do and jump into random holes.

They fell into the hole so quickly that Noah and Izzy didn’t have time to process what Lauren did. That was until they did, Izzy started ‘cannon-falling’ as she called it and Noah shrieked at the top of his lungs for a split second before getting embarrassed and quickly shutting his mouth.

As they fell they were surrounded by complete darkness except from a murky greenish yellow hole visible near the ‘bottom’ this.. portal? Hole? whatever it was, had. They quickly discovered that it was, indeed, grass.

Lauren somehow landed perfectly on two feet, Izzy decided to land in a handstand… as weird as that is and Noah not as gracefully tumbled face first into a patch of thick mud.

As they got up they heard…. Was that Chris..? But wasn’t he just at their school? Now that they looked around they noticed how they were surrounded by water.

They were on some type of.. Island?? Okay what the hell??

Noah sighed, he wasn’t very glad to be stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere. Honestly who would?

Imagine, you’re at school in detention and suddenly you’re falling through a hole to another dimension.

Yeah, not fun.

They heard heavy footsteps coming up behind them. They turned around to look at who was approaching.

“Alright campers this next challenge is-”

Chris’s face fell once he turned around and spotted Izzy, Lauren and Noah.

“Uh Noah?? Izzy?? Girl I don’t know??”

Chris looked very shocked and confused before he quickly switched to his normal personality when he addressed the ‘campers’

“Alright campers, it seems we have a bit of a changed plan. Chef will be taking over this challenge for today. If you follow me..”

Chris shot them an angry look before walking off with the group.

The group looked kinda out of place together and all mixed matched.

The group contained A really tall girl dressed as an explorer. There were two girls who looked identical, a boy with a beanie and…

“they’re gone. I wonder who they are!!”

Izzy clearly was unusually excited.

“Okay freakshow, where the hell are we?”

“Oh, I have no clue!! The vortex takes you where it feels like it, whether that be to a different dimension or just back in time.”

Lauren let out a giggle after saying this.

Okay so they were no closer to figuring out what the irritating, consistent tapping noise was, but they did figure out that time travel and different dimensions are all real? Great.

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“Right so I'll set up the distraction and you'll run in, release the gas and wait.”

“you’re making this sound more complicated than it has to be, lover boy. Just do it.”

Heather rolled her eyes as she peered out the window on the door.

It was awfully convenient that Ms O’halloran hadn’t come back yet. The recognisable sound of her heels could not be heard anywhere. It was suspicious.

Eva was still staring at them with unblinking eyes. She was very clearly suspicious of them, anyone could see that.

Ignoring this, Heather slowly pushed open the door before she and Alejandro ran out, leaving Duncan and Eva in the room alone.

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“Why, how..?? How did you guys get back on the island? You both left after world tour?”

Chris stood there shocked and staring between Izzy and Noah.

“So where are we??”

“What are you talking about? you’re on total drama..?”

“Total what?”

They all stood there in shock for what left like an eternity to Noah.

It was only about a minute. He's just being a bit of an overdramatic bitch.

Izzy spotted what looked like another portal. Great, a way to get out of this awkward situation.

Chris opened his mouth but was cut off by Lauren and Izzy jumping in the portal, dragging Noah.

They flew through the darkness of the void before ending up back in the spare room.

Lauren spotted something darting behind a bunch of boxes trying not to be noticed.

Nobody is safe from ‘Scary girls’ detection. She slowly started walking up to the boxes to confront the creature.

Noah and Izzy took no notice of this as Izzy pulled Noah up before…… puking on his face…

Disgusting.

Lauren caught onto the thing hiding behind the rotting boxes and yanked it out from its hiding place and tossed it at Izzy and Noahs feet.

Wow you have to admit, Lauren is pretty damn strong.

Lauren, Noah and Izzy peered down at the creature who turned out to be a hooded figure.

Okay THIS early in the story??? Its only chapter 4.

Whatever, I promise this story will be at least 16 chapters long.

Izzy pulled the hood off to reveal a…

What..?

Right okay so the creature looked human but they had green skin so not human..? I dunno, this confuses me also.

“I wonder what it is, do you think it screams?”

“Okay so we have a creepy man hiding in the school, great. Perfect even. I’m definitely NOT being sarcastic. This is completely and utterly unacceptable.”

“G-Give me a minute to explain.”

The creature's voice cracked like an beat up old record being played on a shitty record player.

“Go on.”

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It wasn’t long before Principale Mclean ran out of his office.

Perfect. Heather smirked as she plugged her nose and went in.

She walked over to his antique desk and quickly started going through the draws which creaked at an unbearable pitch.

School funding, student medical records, hiring process none of the files were of any use to her.

She pulled out a second draw and started raiding it. She was hurriedly moving and tossing files until she hit the jackpot. There was a file right at the bottom of the draw labeled ‘teacher background checks.’

Heather's face contorted into a smirk, much like the one that the Grinch is known to do. This was absolutely leng.

•[The use of ‘Leng’ in that last sentence is a joke]

Heather happily skipped out with the file, but not before nicking the headmaster's gum and grabbing another file labeled ‘School history and beliefs.’

The flawless back mail she was holding was almost unreal to her.

Everything was going to plan. Sure it wasn’t a very evil or revolutionary plan, but she didn’t really care.

Honestly it was more of a distraction from the actual problems she was facing.

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“Well so um.”

“Lost for words? Or are you just thinking up a story?”

Lauren put her hand on Noah's shoulder and ignored him flinching. She stared at the person in front of her with sharp daggers.

“Let's hear the story. I hope it's all tragic.”

Noah awkwardly shuffled away from Laurens grip. He was 99% sure she had like mini knives on her gloves. She was totally the type to have something crazy like that.

“I should probably start with my name innit.”

He was so incredibly British it hurt. Sure yes, they were TECHNICALLY in Britain, but everyone had some variant of a SCOTTISH accent because y'know, they were in Scotland. His voice sounded like a posh english accent, but like a roadman at the same time. I dunno, it was very english nonetheless.

“My name is Ezekiel and um..”

His social skills were very clearly lacking, only being able to form half a sentence.

“Why are you here??? I've never like, seen you here!!”

“Well.. that’s because I’m 21. If I was like what…16-”

“14.”

Ezekiel turned to look at Noah who was staring at him deadpan.

It was like the boy could decipher him with one hard look. He hated that.

“14. If I was 14 I would be homeschooled.”

“That makes a lot of sense.”

Ezekiel didn’t exactly appreciate the constant response from Noah, but he pretended not to care. After all, he had to make a good impression.

“So um what year is it? I'm guessing around 2011?”

“Haha nope! Like totally off!!! It's 2007.”

“How can I trust you? I mean, you aren’t exactly smart enough to know, y'know cos you’re a girl.”

That came out of nowhere.

No seriously, that made no sense. No clue why he said that.

“I’m like so smart you have no idea, maybe even a geniuusss.”

Izzy made sure to put emphasis on genius by extending it. Or maybe it just happened without her thinking.
Izzy is funny like that, one can never really tell what she is thinking.

“No, she is right braindead. It is 2007.”

Maybe Izzy wasn’t the best person to trust, but he wasn’t going to sit there and let some sexist homeschool call Izzy stupid. He also knew defending Izzy would make Eva somewhat happy.

“Okay. So around about 1997 me and this kid went to this very school. I can't exactly remember what I did, but I pissed him off. He locked me up in this shitty, moldy, damp as a prank, but the key broke in the lock. I'm guessing he never told anyone for fear of getting in trouble.”

Noah frowned, something didn’t add up about the story..No, right..? Nah. Nevermind.

“Were you eating mold off the walls, do you have an infection, can I cut you up to ‘test’ your blood???”

Lauren was WAY too eager about meeting Ezekiel.

“Calm down nutjob”

“oo who was this kid anyway, was he, like, totally cruel?”

“I can’t remember his first name mate but I know his second. It's McLean.”

“Omg our headteacher is, like, called Chris McLean.”

“Wait.. he's the headteacher now!?”

Noah rolled his eyes (the previously mentioned joint, everyone.)

“Okay so it turns out Mr fuckface locked Mr ratman in a random room. Great. We freed you, go run free or something.”

“Well I can’t..yknow leave innit mate.”

“Why? Lost? Confused? Stupid?”

Izzy took her chance to get back at the old grumpy man™

“I just can't, okay? Chris has clearly done some crazy shite to this school, like look at this graffiti on the wall. No normal person would write this!”

They all moved to look at what the graffiti said. ‘FIND THE RAINBOW 6’

“Oo What does that mean?”

Ezekiel turned to Izzy with a look.

“According to another note I found, it’s talking about auras. You can tell a lot about a person that way but apparently according to ‘destiny’ only 6 people have a very specific colour.”

“Oh auras, isn’t that the thing the girl goes on about? The girl everyone somehow mistakens me for?”

“How would anyone mistake YOU and DAWN of all people???”

“How do you like, know her name?”

“me and Dakota were forced to work with the headmaster for something. She told me about some of the kids in S2. Dawn was one of them.”

“Dawn.. yes that name sounds familiar. See if she can help me.”

“Sureeee, Cmon! Lets gogogo!!!”

Izzy skipped out as Noah and Lauren followed behind.

“I don’t trust him, this doesn’t make sense.”

“Oh you truly know nothing!! You know, when I was hiding in your wardrobe you seemed, like, way smarter than you are. Everyone knows nothing ever makes sense!!”

Noah paused before turning to Lauren.

“YOU- YOU HIDE IN MY WARDROBE??? WHAT THE FUCK???? HOW CREEPY ARE YOU??”

“Well hello ‘kids’.”

Shit.

Fuck.

Piss.

All the bad words.

Ms O’halloran was standing behind them tapping her fingers against her arm.

“How very convenient. I was just looking for yous. This might even be funnier than the time I hosted the puppy bachelorette.”

That wasn’t very good. Blaineley loved hosting the puppy bachelorette, she forced all the S1’s to watch it every year. That's how Egotistical she was about it.

So what did they do?

Why run away from her as fast as humanly possible, They could be the next FastPass with how fast they were.

They were now on a mission, why is everyone on a mission now? Whatever, They needed to find Dawn.

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“Let's see, Oh my god! Ms O’Halloran worked as a part of the human wrongs movement. How lame can she get?”

“probably a lot more, amiga.”

“Ha! Look, Fancy Pants had a cooking show that lasted for only one episode!!”

Heather pulled out the second file and nonchalantly flipped through it.

Originally founded in 1379, with around 800 students currently, had a huge outcry after a student went missing in 2006, won the football game which helped with funding, and won a business competition…

wait.

Had a huge outcry after a student went missing in 2006?? Because that doesn’t scream ‘What a crazy cursed school.’

It was also very VERY predictable, a bit like the whole story.

“guys look at this. It's so fuckin funny.”

“I can tell by your tone that it’s something boring.”

No shit Sherlock. Heather rolled her eyes, someone give Duncan the ‘funniest fuckface of the year’ award quickly.

Duncan and Alejandro walked over to look at what Heather was reading.

“That's fake news, we would have heard about this if it ACTUALLY HAPPENED.”

“Well, that is what I was thinking. I think somebody else got to this file first and destroyed it.”

It wasn't a stretch that someone would deface the file for shits and giggles. I mean, it IS a high school after all.

“Let's look at the hiring process for Chris, I mean he is new, and that could indicate if this happened or not.”

Great. So now they were dealing with a kidnapping case AND a mystery noise. Honestly, at this point, they were going to tire themselves out, and Heather knew it.

“Hmm, employed in..2004? Mierda. He only came this year. Idiotas.”

“What? That can't be right. Someone went around and messed with-”

“And you rats can stay in here! If I find you guys running around the school again, parents will be called!”

“Have fun trying to get through to them.”

“What did you say!? You aren't even in this conversation! I will not tolerate your back-chatting!!”

Heather rolled her eyes and went back to looking over the files just as Noah sat next to her. Not by choice, obviously.

“Tell them what you found.”

Heather turned to Eva who didn't say a word the whole time they were stealing the files. Honestly Heather forgot she was sitting there, she was so quiet.

“Excuse me.”

“I said, tell them what you found.”

Heather rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth. Why did she have to talk to a nutcase, a psycho and a nerd? Heather opened her mouth to speak before being cut off by Noah.

“We found what was making the tapping noise. Not that you'd care anyway.”

“Well, that was an incredibly rude way of saying ‘Thanks for totally getting the teacher's rage off of me.’ Now tell me, if it's interesting I'll tell you about what we found. Maybe. Probably not actually.”

“There was totally a man in the spare room!”

“Last I recalled, I didn't ask you! Plus I know you're lying. Why would there be a man in a room? Completely made up if you ask me.”

Thanks, Heather. Really needed.

“No, it wasn't completely made up, but vague. So we discovered that wormholes do indeed exist. We also met Ezekiel, a man who was locked in the spare room for about 10 years by none other than Chris McLean.”

“I- What? Fine, I'll give you that win. That was pretty interesting. Well done, know it all.”

“So you gonna tell us about what you found or what?”

“Yes, Jesus, give me a second.”

Heather pulled out both of the dusty files and started rapidly flipping through the pages. She pointed to the headlines.

“Here look! This school ‘had a huge outcry after a student went missing in 2006.’ It also says here that,”

Heather pointed to the other page in a different file.

“Chris was hired in 2004. Complete shite. It was this year he arrived.”

“Okay.. and??”

“What do you mean ‘and.’ There's been a disappearance and now you're telling me there's a dude in the walls? I thought you were smart enough to put two and two together.”

“Ezekiel is not the man in the walls. It happened in 1997. 9 years apart.”

“Didn't South Park start airing in 1997?”

“No Duncan, that was, like, 1998!! You're totally wrong!”

Izzy started giggling as Noah wondered how the conversation went from kidnapping to talking about South Park in the few seconds he zoned out.

“Find the Aura. That’s what it said.”

“What did Edgar Allan Poe's daughter say?”

“Something about auras.”

Heather racked her brain for what an ‘aura’ could possibly be.

“Listen, we need to find this girl called Dawn. Got any ideas where she would be?”

Heather glanced at the old decaying clock. Why was everything old here? Why was everything damaged? Why was everything all wrong?

What was she doing again? Oh yeah, the time.

“It’s uhh…2:45 so she will be in her 6th period class.”

“Okay that's not much help, thanks Heather”

Noah rolled his eyes, honestly that could not be any LESS helpful.

“Wait, I know where she is. When me and Dakota were being forced to help Chris she mentioned something about missing math.”

“And how do you know that it was definitely 6th period? I mean,

“Because Duncan, I only did it to miss PE. I regret not finding a better excuse.”

Noah was getting pretty sick of everyones doubt, he knew what to do, he knew what to say and how to go about it and he definitely doesn’t need anymore of the frequent interjections people keep doing.

“Noah I swear to god we better at least have the keys to get out of this shit show.”

“I’m not stupid enough to lose them, they’re in my blazer.”

Heather snatched the keys from Noah and quickly unlocked the door.

“Right, Alejandro, Noah you’re with me. No complaining.”

Heather quickly ran out the door, with Alejandro and Noah following behind.

As they walked down the corridor it started snowing heavily hitting against the windows. Honestly Heather was glad she wasn’t out there.

They headed upstairs towards the math corridor. As they walked up they passed the spare room. Alejandro put his face near the window trying to spot Ezekiel, but he was a no show. Hopefully they find Dawn soon.

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“Okay, so how do we know which class she's in? We're working against a time limit here.”

“There's a vent? We could see if that leads to the math classrooms. But you're crazy if you think I'm going in there.”

Alejandro and Heather turned to look at Noah who was scribbling something in a notepad.

It took him a second to acknowledge that they were staring at him.

“I'm not going in there either. Nice try.”

…

After a lot of complaining and arguing, Noah was in the vent. The vent was ice cold and dusty like a coffin.

It was almost as dark as the night sky. Almost, not quite. It was a tight squeeze too, and Noah was one of the more scrawner kids in his year.

Heather and Alejandro hadn’t thought of giving him a light or anything, so he was alone in the dark, cramped space.

Thanks guys. Such a great help.

Noah didn’t know if he was even going in the right direction. The vents were a metal labyrinth in which he was trapped in. He was like a rat in a cage, or an Ezekiel in a room.

As he slowly climbed through the vents he could hear voices. He started crawling faster towards them and stopped at a metal grate where he could slightly see and hear the class.

While he looked he couldn’t spot anyone that resembled Dawn so he climbed into the next class. As he was climbing it occurred to him, Heather and Alejandro never gave him a way to indicate what class she was in. Great.

He slowly approached the next metal grate before he heard a snapping sound.

He jumped back just as a part of the vent went crashing down on the kids in the classroom.

Everyone started screaming and yelling before the Teacher started telling the chaotic class to continue learning and any students crushed should go to the nurses.

The teachers at this school are so kind.

Someone stared at him in the vents, he couldn’t see them but he felt their stare. So he slowly peered out the opening to see a girl with Blonde hair glancing at him in the distance.

It was Dawn. Very convenient.

Noah pointed at the door to signal her to get out.

She nodded before asking to be excused. The teacher reluctantly agreed and she walked out the door.

Noah threw a loose screw from the vent at the window to distract everyone. It cracked the window and just as everyone turned to look at what happened Noah jumped down and quickly bolted out the noisy, compact classroom.

It was a very subtle move, only about 30 of the 32 people in the class noticed him.

Dawn stood just next to the door as Noah slammed it behind him.

“Um Hi? It appears you were the one who crushed 3 kids.”

Heather and Alejandro came rushing to Noah's side.

“This is Dawn? She looks more of a Dusk.”

“Ignore her, we need your help, please.”

“Of course, I'd always help out a fellow student.”

“Thanks, do you know about the ‘6 rainbow auras’ I think it was.”

“Are you talking about people's auras that look glittery and are rainbow colours? If so then yes. In fact, you and the other girl have them.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have a red glittering aura. Noah I think his name was, has a blue glittering aura.”

“What about me Amiga? Do I have any?”

“Your aura looks shiny and well polished, but not glittering.”

“Damn okay.”

“So if we give you by the end of the day do you think you’ll be able to locate any?”

“I’ll see what I can do, I suspect Dakota has a pink one. I’ll meet you at the school's exit when the bell rings. Bye for now.”

“Bye thanks for your help.”

Dawn turned her back to them and pushed the classroom door open before walking out of view.

“So what are we to do now?”

“Should we like, visit what was his name?”

“Ezekiel.”

“Yeah him, I think we should-”

The deafening bell rang louder than a nightclub.

“Damn even im not fucked up enough to be able to stand that bell.”

That was Heather's famous last words as they got hounded by a bunch of students trying to get to their next class.

“Watch where you’re going, dickweed!!”

“Omg get out the way, pussy!!!”

“Kill your self small dick!”

That was an example of the beautiful sound of aggravated students. Heather, Alejandro and Noah couldn’t hear each other over the ravenous pack of students.

“I don’t think we have enough time!!”

“WHAT???”

“I SAID I DON'T THINK WE HAVE ENOUGH TIME!!!”

“WHATTTT!!!!!!”

“Hey guys, have you seen Cody??”

They moved out of the way to be greeted by Sierra, a hyperactive girl.

“Hi new girl.”

Sierra wasn’t that new. She had been there for about the same time as Alejandro but Heather still called her ‘New Girl’ regardless.

By now most of the kids had moved out, the only kids who were in the halls were the kids who skipped class to do pot or something.

On the subject of Drugs, Heather noticed how the whole school absolutely stunk of weed. Why would you do weed in school?? That's just a stupid idea, at least do it outside during break or something.

“Dakota is one of them.”

They turned around to see Dawn walking towards them.

“What??”

“She has a rainbow aura. The pink one.”

“Is that even how auras work??”

“Look, this is reflective of the author’s stupidity and not knowing anything about auras.”

“Alejandro, you're not even an expert, how would you know?”

“Purple, you’re the purple part of the rainbow.”

Dawn turned to Sierra of all people. Wow, who would’ve guessed.

“Me? Oh em gee!! I’m purple!! THIS IS SO AWESOME”

Noah quickly pulled out his notebook and jotted something down.

Heather, being the nosy cunt she is, looked over at what Noah was writing.

It read ‘Dakota = pink, Sierra= Purple, Heather = red, How the fuck am I blue, Shit sucks.’

Very poetic. Noah should really become a poet. Shut up Heather? Sorry Heather.

“We should probably get going, I’ll add you all to a Myspace group.”

“Can you even make myspace group chats?”

“Of course! I love myspace, I use it everyday!!”

They said their goodbyes to Dawn and Sierra and started walking to the isolation/detention room.