Chapter 7 When we walked into Everett's classroom, he was standing at the front talking to May, Everett seemed worried about something, but obviously, I didn't know what. Jackson played with the drawstrings on his hoodie. "Everett, what's the hold up?" "The fact that it's 1:25 and class doesn't start till 1:30." We had just gotten back from lunch. Chili nachos are delicious, as Jackson put it: "A healthy distraction, not a healthy food." We found a few open desks next to each other. We all sat in a little clump. The kid in front of me was drawing a picture of Hunter from The Owl House. I checked the clock, 1:27 three minutes. After a little while I checked the clock again, 1:28. I remembered one time during class Jackson passed me a note that said 'When I'm at home its 1:30 and I lay my head down to take a nap for five minutes it's 1:40. When I'm at school and I do the same thing, it's 1:31.' That’s about what I felt like sitting in that classroom waiting for the clock to hit 1:30. Everett put a few pictures on the board, Bertha, a blue stupid looking troll with a club, and a tall black demon guy with creepy white eyes. I looked at the clock 1:30. May tapped Everett on the shoulder and pointed at the clock. Everett picked up a dirty pointer thing teachers use. "Everett, where did you get the pointy wavy hand thingy?" Jackson called out, laughing. I was starting to notice a bit of a pattern with Jackson. "The creek." Jackson nodded as if it were normal to find pointers in the creek. Everett pointed the pointer at the board. "These big weirdos are called trolls. I'm pretty sure all of these guys have a combined IQ of three. I've found that if you can run circles around them, they will turn around like a eighteen wheeler on ice." The class laughed. "As for killing them it's simple enough, most monsters have the same weak points as humans, stomach, heart, head, so on and so forth." He tapped the pointer on the picture of Bertha. "This one... is annoying. I'm pretty sure she has done somthing to just about everyone in here except maybe Atticus?" A boy who I guessed was Atticus raised his hand. "Not Bertha but once the troll did a snot rocket on my head. That was a craptastic day!" Everett laughed. "Good story." Jackson raised his hand. "Atticus, are monster boogers blue like the blood?" "I don't know, I'm colorblind." Everett continued talking. "Bertha has this tendency to drop rocks on your head, and to use her feathers like throwing knives. Speaking of witch-" He grabbed a box of the desk. "I have one right here." The feather-if you can even call it that, was grayish, with dried blood on it, and looked ridiculously sharp. Everett held it, his hand shaking ever so slightly. "I'm going to walk this around the classroom, don't touch it, it's very pointy and I don't want you accidentally slicing your hand open." I got a closer look at the feather knife, there were small feather like designs all over it. Jackson leaned forward to get a closer look at it. "Hey Ev, I have a question for you." "Yeah, what is it?" "Can I have a sticky note?" Everett sighed, and got him the stiky note, Jackson began drawing something and Everett continued teaching. A few minutes later Jackson held up the stick note, proudly. "Everett, I made you something!" "What is that?" "Pikachu licking a brick." "Jackson, this is serious, don't do stupid stuff while I'm teaching. " "Yikes, look like you forgot to take your afternoon nap." Everett blinked, like he was trying not to cry. "Jackson can, can I talk to you in the hall for a minute?" Jackson nodded slowly, and followed Everett into the hall. After a few minutes Jackson came back into the classroom. "May, Everett is wondering if you can come into the hall." She stood. "Sure thing." Jackson sat in his chair and picked at a scab on his thumb. On May's way out she left the door slightly ajar, weither or not is was on purpose, I may never know. Through the door, I heard faint sounds of someone (probably Everett) hyperventilating. I glanced at the clock, 2:20 class was officially over, but I didn't know what to do, Jackson, Everett, and May had been showing us around the school, with ⅔ of those people in the hall and the last one in the class staring at his shoes. I was mentally lost.
Chapter 8 A whole class of twenty some kids sat in the classroom unsupervised, in public school this would have been a disaster. And I'm talking from personal experience,I once completely mummified Jackson's head in tape as Paige took pictures (yes I know, I'm a model student). None of that was happening here, the class was silent. Maybe it would have been a better thing (for Everett) if the class had been loud obnoxious and chatty. We could hear every word they said. "Everett, I promise it won't be like last time." "You don't know that for certain. You can't know that for certain." "We can't ever know anything for certain. But I promise an asteroid won't strike us down at this very moment." They stopped talking for a minute as if waiting for an asteroid to strike them down. "See?" "Obviously we won't get struck down by a big space rock. I'm talking about something more serious than that." "More serious than the Earth getting wiped out by an asteroid? " "Well yes, if we all died at once nobody would know what happened. But that's not what happened, Luke died and we all know it. " He added in a quieter voice, "sometimes I wish that's what happened, all of us dying instead of just Luke." "You know your mom would hate it if all her kids were dead." "Then we can go back to the asteroid and we can all be dead together. " "Everett, wiping out the Earth via asteroid is a terrible idea. " "No one would care because they'd be dead. Also I'm 93% sure nobody has the power to summon an asteroid. " "So there's a seven percent chance someone could summon an asteroid?" "No, I'm seven percent unsure weather or not someone could summon an asteroid. " "Alright Einstein, ready to re-enter the class?" Everett sighed. "Ready as I'll ever be."
