Looking Out The Back Door

A very random idea based off the Nickelback song 'Photograph' (I think it will be). I have no idea where this story is going or what will happen to it, so bear with me. TATN / Thalia! 02:38, March 13, 2010 (UTC)

Chapter One
"Alec!" Chris whispered hurriedly to his friend. "Alec!"

Alec lifted his head off the desk and murmured back to his friend, a little louder than he intended, "What?"

Chris gulped and coughed once. Mrs MacLennan stood over the boys, looming there and glaring down at them. She had the sourest look on her face that any one could imagine. The boys cowered slightly, smiling weakly.

"No talking in class, both of you!" The teacher scolded, irritation and anger burning in her voice. "And Alec, don't you dare lounge while I teach you important things. Listen and pay attention! This will help you on the test!"

The ADHD part of his brain caught him again. "What test?"

That was it. Mrs MacLennan flipped out, screaming at the boys about being well behaved and paying attention to her announcements in class. She ranted on about how it would be beneficial for them, especially in the higher grades.

Alec just spaced out thinking again. He didn't really think, more pondered. He pondered about his father, like he did every day. Alec had no idea who his father was.

His mother often told him stories of him that seemed like fairy tales. She had talked of his hair, so raven and dark, and his smile. Alec never thought much of it. He always blamed his father.

He blamed him for many things. For their lack of money, for himself, for his ADHD and dyslexia. Alec didn't know who he got his looks from.

The teacher went to the front and got on with her lesson on literature. The two teen boys despised writing, both not being able to string to sentences together with any form of flow.

They both snickered when their teacher misspelled her own name. They, along with the rest of the class, were relieved when the bell finally rung. Chris pulled Alec out of the class.

Alec sat with Chris at lunch, eating in the hallway as usual. They traded bits of their lunches and ate up, muttering complaints between bites.

"Mrs MacLennan can go die." Alec took another bite of his tuna salad sandwich.

"I know how you feel," Chris sympathized, poking at the soup in his Thermos. "She gave me a detention last week, when you weren't here, for doing my homework in class."

"Man she's a bitch."

"And I was already done my class work, it was handed in!"

As the boys spoke, the English classroom door opened. Out walked Mrs MacLennan, who beckoned towards Alec.

"Come, Alec, I have a few things I need to discuss." Mrs MacLennan had a tight, close-lipped smile.

The boy put the remainders of his lunch in the brown paper bag and followed the teacher into the classroom. It was eerily quiet, once inside. Alec leaned on a desk, waiting for the lecture of his life.

"Hand it over." The voice of his teacher seemed off, unmistakeably.

"Hand what over?" Alec asked, nose wrinkled.

"You know what I'm talking about, boy. So hand it over now, or face my wrath."

"I bet your bark is worse than your bite!"

There was a horrible moment where the two just stood there, unknowing of what to do except glare at one another. Then the teacher transformed into a hideous wrinkled hag and attacked the boy.

"Give it!" She snarled, her voice high pitched and horrid.

"I don't have anything!" Alec tried to scream but was scratched by the demon.

He felt blood trickle down into his ear. He tried to throw the thing off of himself but just got another scratch. Suddenly, there was a horrible screeching noise and the things turned to dust.

Is my near peril really over? Was all Alec could think. He opened his eyes again to see Chris standing there, a bronze sword in hand.

Chris looked at his best friend seriously. "We've gotta get outta here." Was all he managed.