School Party

KP GALANG

The rings echoed around the halls. It was the school bell, signalling the students that the
class will start, sooner or later. I was running out of breath when I reach the classroom. Good
thing our Homeroom Teacher hasnt arrived. I walked to my seat, welcomed by my friends. we
spend a little longer talking when our homeroom teacher comes inside. We stood up and take
our greeting for her.

Mrs. Thompson is our English teacher. She talked the whole period and for unknown
reason, it drives us in sleepiness. The way she talks sounds like a lullaby though her voice sound
old and raspy. Some of my classmates are already deep in their dreams, lying drowsily, snoring
and drooling on their desks. I feel sleepy too, but Im trying to stay wide awake. In order to
remain awake, I watched the sky where I was seated next to the see-through window as the
clouds slowly wiped by the wind. A jet plane passed, making a thin white line marked on the sky
then,

You mongrels!

My attention was caught by the old and raspy angered voice bellowed. It was Mrs.
Thompson. Her face made me jump up from my seat. You could tell what she feel by the color
of her face and how her eyebrows meet, almost bumped to each other. Her eyes was conveying
a total and pure anger, watching us. Her body was trembling and her hands balled into fist is
shaking, like it was ready to punch us. I could feel her wrath and saw the fury that she fumes in
her nostrils.

Ill punish you----

What had happened was not what we expected. But before I could react, my hearing was
filled of terrified and panicking screams and cries of my classmates. It was louder than it
supposed to be it is. While they were running around, crying and panicking. I was just there,
remained seated on my seat, not moving or reacting. But I could feel my body shaking from the
shocked I felt and from what I witness, what we witness.

Mrs. Thompson, our English Teacher, just right in front of us, explode her head. Blood
and flesh scattered and splattered around. Stained the walls, windows, our skins and uniforms.
The cries have stopped echoing but followed by horrified whimpers and the screams turned into
muffled whispers.

The Teachers were dead. I looked around and saw Audrey, hugging herself tightly and
trembling in fear. Theyre dead.

Audrey Dizon, the Queen Bee of this school. Its my first time to see her crouched in her
seat because of fear. I wanted to calm her but were not that close, in fact she bully me
sometimes. I wanted to ask her whats happening but I was interrupted.
Theyre dead and were doomed. I saw Jefferson, sitting on the bloodied and cold marble floor
of the room. He was horrified too and his face turned hollow. His coolness decreased. What do
you mean? I ask and he looked up as he heard me. He open his mouth to answer but, We
killed them. I looked around and saw Jeffrey, the student everyone considered weird.

I wanted to laugh, hardly. But I cant not right now, not everyone are feeling scared of
whatevers happening to us. I only stared at him and he stared back. When I felt the
awkwardness I looked away and pretend thinking why this is happening.

I have a theory that were in a different dimension. He said, and theres the strong urge of me
wanting to laugh. How can you say so? I ask him, keeping my head low so he wont see me
laughing.

Jeffrey was really funny especially when he acts smart and cool like he know everything
and how to escape. He just stood inch away from me and looking around.

Werent you listening before? wait, what did I miss? It said that students killed teachers by
thinking or wishing them gone. I looked around and saw Elliana, the top notched student
looking by the window. That is impossible! Students cant kill teacher!

This time it was the other students in the classroom. Theyre afraid and it shows in their
face or maybe it was guilt. They reacted so much that it shows the obviousness of the sin theyve
done. Elliana just shook her head and looked away. The students comfort each other and
remained silent.

But how come we get here? it was Jessa, the quietest student in room, sitting by the front. She
witnessed how Mrs. Thompson exploded her face, right in front of her. Thats the great mystery
ever have happened. I heard a sound of PSP game and saw the gamer and player of the class
Leo, sitting on the floor and his back lies on the wall.

I noticed that were just half of the classrooms supposedly number of students. I also
notice on the ground, bodies in white uniforms and heads and limbs torn apart from their
bodies. The expression of the students were horrified and they distance themselves from anyone
and except their closest friend.

We should leave. Said the other student. How should we leave if the doors cant budge out?
Elliana sarcastically asked. If you cant help thinking how to resolve this matter, quiet yourself.
She irritably yet sarcastically said. The student stood on her feet and walk closely to her. You
really think youre the wise kid here, dont you?

Her teeth is gritting, hands balled into fist and her expression wrinkled in anger even
more. Elliana just laughed at her face as she saw and thought what the student felt. This should
be stopped before anything happens but before I could react, the student slapped her. it was so
loud that it quiets the whimpering students.

How dare you? she whispered angrily. How dare i? I will slap you whenever I want. You----
her hair was grabbed by Elliana before she could finish her sentence.
 I could feel the tightness of her grip in her hair and she pulled her down on the bloodied
floor and no one can escape in that. The student was trying to escape on her hand but Elliana
was too strong for her. I saw a satisfaction and a smile on her face as she pinned the student on
the floor.

Elliana, Andrea. Stop it. Its no use. It was Juliana on her feet. She grabbed by the arms Elliana
and pulled away. Fighting wont solve anything. She helped the other student. It actually
calmed me.

The expression and the face the student wears was totally wrinkled and sour. She was
trembling not in anger but in fear. This happening is kind of familiar. Something like Ive
witnessed this before. But before I could ever think of it, we heard a loud and ear-piercing
screeching sound that made us cover our ears and cry in pain. I looked up and saw the
blackboard was carved itself.

Who killed Mrs. Thompson. The blackboard says.

It must be Jessa, since she was the closest alive student here. shes right, she was. But I dont
think it was her. Thats impossible. She cried. I cant do that, I wont ever do that. She cried
pitifully. Shes right, she cant do that. Shes the teachers pet. Leo sarcastically blurted. Arent
you Andrea and your friends the killer?

I looked up and saw Jeffrey walking closely to her squad and their faces suddenly turned
sour. How come they would kill Mrs. Thompson and how did they do that without getting near
to her if theyre sits at the back of the room.

Of course, we dont. How come we would do that? she said nervously. At the back of your
journal will say how. Elliana said.

The five of them took out their journals and flip at the back of their notebooks. I saw on
bright red inked the strips portrait of Mrs. Thompson on how she will die. Their arms trembled
and eyes widened in fear and shocked. They looked up and their expression was terrifying.

You guys were often punished Mrs. Thompson because of bad behaviour. You even got lower
grades because you hardly passed on her exams and plus you hated her so much. Jeffrey
dictated.

Their faces gone red and it seems like going to pop but before they could react, their
flesh and blood splattered and scattering around, staining dirtier the rooms and the students
near them, showered in blood. Their heads exploded like what happened to Mrs. Thompson.

Whats next? I uttered trembling. The door suddenly unlocked and open with a bang. The
next class, P.E. Leo said.

We all went to our next class but we didnt change in P.E. uniforms and headed straight
in the gym. I just noticed that the hallways were clear from mass murder of flesh and blood.
Were the only one dirtied it.
Youre all late! Mr. Stout said after we opened the gyms door and he was waiting for us.

For unknown reasons, our uniforms suddenly became clean as white again and the gym
isnt covered in blood like the other rooms or our rooms. Mr. Stout seems fine and healthy like
he used to be. I wonder if he was aware of what happened. But it really drives me crazy of how
come this all things happened.

We were playing basketball and Mr. Stout was shouting loudly on us that it echoed in
the gymnasium. He joined the game and has the ball but suddenly, he was slapping on the
wooden floor of the gym, upward and downward, like it was dribbling himself like a ball. Theres
this trembling feeling again. Everyone backed away as we saw him dribbled himself around the
gym. The floor was covered now by his blood. On the line of three-points, he look at us with
dead eyes and terrifies us before shooting himself on the ring.

I now get the pattern and reason of whats happening. Elliana said. We all looked at her as she
seems confidently on her words. But before that, lets get change in P. E. uniforms.

Confused, we all get to the locker rooms and change. Since theres water, we even
cleansed ourselves to the fullest before changing in P.E. uniforms. Its only been thirty minutes
when we got back to the gym. All the boys were round around together. I notice our number.
Were supposedly ten but someone is missing.

Where is Elliana? Joshen asked. She didnt came with us. I didnt see her in the locker room. I
said. Wait, what? We should find her. She finally find out how to escape here. Audrey
hysterically blurted.

Before anyone of us could react, theres the screeching sound again. it was louder than
before since I guess were in the gymnasium. We were almost on our knees and when the sound
stopped, I could feel my head swirling around as well as my sight. I tried to stand up but I
moved sideways.

Who killed Mr. Stout? said of what is written on the floor.

This was hard to figure out who killed him, because everyone in our class can hold
grudge on him for he never treats his students in a good way and manner. He always shout at
us and humiliate in other class or sometimes in the faculty room. Our grades in him never
improves even if we try excel. Everyone hold grudge against him, but theres someone, someone
among us, hold tightly on it.

It was our desire kills them, right? But who among us? Jessa asked us. I looked at her and saw
the worried face she has. He was never better teacher. Audrey added. He always humiliate us
but who hold on that grudge tightly? Who hold among us the hate that killed him? Joshen
asked. Someone hates him or humiliate him more than what we did to us.

For unknown reason, they turned their heads to Leo who was on the floor playing PSP.
He was aware on us that were looking at him suspiciously but he remain on the floor, sitting.
Even though he remain calm, I could feel the trembling in his hands.
Yeah, I killed him. He said without looking away from the screen of PSP. I was the MVP and
star player of the basketball team here in campus. But ever since he became the coach,
everything screwed up. he said and his hand trembles even more. He humiliates me in every
training and when it was game, hell do everything just I couldnt come.

He smirked when he finishes his story and thats when he lie flat on the ground suddenly
and bang himself on the floor, like dribbling. He dribbles himself on the floor until it was
covered in thick bloods then stood on the three-point shooting line. He tilted his head to us and
looked at with dead eyes, more terrifying than before. Then he shoots himself on the ring.

Why all of this shit is happening? Audrey screamed hysterically and landed on the floor, crying.
I want to go home! Please, someone send me home!

Before anyone could react, she suddenly flew away and hit the wall, hardly that she
almost buried on the wall. We all screamed for her name, but she flew away again, hitting the
windows then a loud thud follow. We all went to the window she hit and saw down on the
ground her dead body, lying.

We must be careful, whatever our hearts strongly desire, will happen. Juliana reminded us. We
shall go to the next class.

We all left the gymnasium without a word and headed on our next class which is in the
laboratory. This is awkward. All of us are silent. I know what happened is terrifying but how
come we got used to whats happening? Like we all have predicted what will happen and just
accepted it will happen. This is inhuman.

We reached and opened the door of the laboratory and the first thing youll ever see are
the corpses of the animals Miss Olivers class dissected. It was uncountable so we dont bother
since shes been here for many years. The laboratory wasnt painted of blood but the usual color
of it, white.

Students! How are you? she asked us, she walks towards us with beaming smile. Im so glad
youre here. she said and I think I notice something unusual. Her eyes locked only on one spot.
Now, lets start studying.

Today, we dissected a rabbit. It was so hard to start dissecting because, the rabbit kept
hopping and hopping. I thought we would break one of the dissected animals displayed in the
lab. Miss Oliver assisted us with great care and guide us throughout the class. Shes a good
teacher though she Juliana kept on mistaking.

We were leaving when I tried to budge the door and it wont open. We suddenly heard a
loud and ear-piercing cry and scream of agony. We all jerked around and saw Miss Oliver
kneeling on the ground and looking at her arms. We saw it right in front of us, the peeling of his
skin. The more skin peeled the louder and deafening her scream was.

We all walked back as she slowly approached and asking for help. The sight of her with
no skin but pure flesh, bones and veins is terrifying. When she was finished getting peeled, her
flesh torn away from her and she held out a loud and deafening scream and cry of pain and
agony. This was torture. The sight of seeing her getting peeled and her flesh torn away from
hers was painful and gives us stomach pain or more than that.

Thats it I couldnt watch or look at her anymore. We all look away for the sight is much
painful but I was wrong. Not all of us. I saw Juliana still on her foot and eyes locked on the sight
of agonized Miss Oliver. Theres an insane smile and look on her face that drives me crazy. She
was laughing like the sight was what she intently desire to happen.

Die, you paedophile teacher! Die you lesbian! Die you maniac! Die! Die! Die! Juliana screamed
until she run out of breath. You stained me too much, you dirtied my dignity and taken my
innocence for granted! You mongrel, you shall die in agony!

She just confessed the sin she had done as well as the sin Miss Oliver had done. Right
after Miss Oliver get disassembled from her body, Juliana starts getting peeled like what had
happened to Miss Oliver. She was laughing insanely and madly. I heard cries next to me, and it
was Jessa, couldnt stand looking at her. I blocked her sight but thats what we heard Juliana,
screamed and cry not in agony and pain of torture, but agony and pain of emotional suffering.
Since when did Miss Oliver stained her?

We just stood there, watching her die. It was like watching her sufferings in the hands of
Miss Oliver. This was too much. If this was just a dream, I dont want to sleep anymore.
Someone, please, wake us up and free us from this nightmare where we suffer more than a
sinner suffer.

To the next class. Joshen uttered weakly.

I opened the door for us, but I was too weak to stand on my own. None of us was too
strong to stand against what we just witnessed. We were walking sideways as we travel on the
hallways. I wanted to cry but no tears is coming out. I wish this insanity would stop sooner or
later before I turn mad.

Good day, students! Mr. Smith roughly greets us.

We head back to or homeroom classroom and it was still stained in blood like how we
left it. I was expecting it was cleaner like the previous room we were in. the corpses of our fellow
classmates were still on the floor, rotting and the worms keep gathering on the bodies, eating
and eating. I cant kept focused on the class for the smell of this corpses bothering my nose,
plus the sight of the rotting corpses kept popping in and out of my head.

Gabrielle! Are you listening? I was drag back of reality when I was on the verge of vomiting.
You are sleeping again.

I looked up and saw Mister Smith in front of me. But what actually caught my attention
was the room. It was not painted of blood anymore and the floor, there was no longer dead
rotting corpses and everyone, my classmates are on their seats, sitting and all eyes were pinned
on me. I felt a stream on the corner of my lip and they suddenly laugh. I wipe it as I realize I was
drooling.

You jerked drooling in sleep again, they mocked me. Did Jeffrey and you kiss in your dream?
they laughed. Poor little Gabby, Jeffrey is creep out because of your wild imaginations! you
must all die!

Gabby!

I felt a loud tug on my shoulders and it jerked me from waking up. it was Jessa, waking
me up. I saw the pain in her face as she tried to smile at me. I stood on my foot and saw
everyones face was in agony and suffering. They all looked away from me but I realized what
had happened. How long did I fall asleep?

On the wall was written the words, Who killed Mister Smith? and on the ground was his
disassembled body were bones was separated from his flesh.

I looked away for I know it just happen. But looking away was a wrong move, for the
other side was the disassembled body of Jeffrey where his bones was separated from his body
too. Though I suddenly realized, it was too hard to recognize the two corpses for even their
faces were wiped.

He had confessed. They all mumble and it is confusing me? What did he say? I asked.

They all looked guilty and quiet for I guess theyre not allowed to say what has happened
or they feel guilty for theyre here instead of being there. They all looked sad but trying to smile.

He had hated our class in for Mr Smith is like tripping on us always. He hated it the way he talks
about you. Joshen explained. He had always hated the class but uses it often.

I looked at the disassembled and unable to identify corpses on the ground before we left
the classroom, without word and walk on the hallway to reach our things. Things, as we spent
longer is getting worse and hard. Our next class was the art. But as we walk on the hallway.
Everything is going creepier than before and the hallways becomes dirtier.

How long shall we stay?Jessa cried desperately. I wanna go home! she cried badly. I tried to
calm her down but she wont calm down. You should wake up! she cried and I only looked at
her. You were just sleeping! she cried once more.

I was confused of what hse says but I ignore it or at least tried to ignore it. while we are
walking to the hallway the words she said keeps popping in and out of my head and its
bothering me. Really bother me. the Gallery room is a little farther than the other rooms we had.
Since Jessa hasnt calm down we wait for her outside the restroom as she fixes herself.

What does she mean? I asked to the two boys. They all looked at me and dont know what to
answer.
 I wanted to ask for more, but we heard a scream from the restroom and rush inside.
When we got inside it was too late. Jessa has been banging her head on the mirrors. The sight
was too painful something inside me aches. I was about to run for her when the I felt a grab on
my shoulders and I was forced to leave the restroom.

We were running in the hallways, as well as the image Ive seen in the restroom. Why
would they die in such manner? I dont understand anymore but I wanted to end this. I wish this
were just all a dream and we were fine like we used to be. We have reached the Art Gallery and
none of us was brave enough to open the door. But before one of us open it, somebody from
the inside opened it and we get inside.

The room was darker than the other rooms. When I step inside, I almost slip a foot, good
thing Joshen catches me and hold me tightly as we push inside. Before we could ask for our
teachers name. The light opens, showing the Terrifying image we have ever seen.

I scream louder than I could ever had but I felt hand on my shoulders and a countless
sobs. I looked around and they were all in their knees crying and screaming for the pain and
agony of the sight in front of us. It was their body. The previous students with us are hanged on
the walls like a toy, like it never used to be a human. It was just there, Hanged and blood drips
on the floor.

The floor was covered of blood and the walls, was tried to cover by the bodies of my
friends. The sight was too weakening. I wanted to scream or at least punch a face to remove this
feeling but I can.t

There you are, kids. We all turned around and saw Miss Lauren wiping her hands of a clothes.
It turned to red. I thought you wont come.

Before I could say anything I saw the two boys looking at her angrily as their brows are
meeting. I tried to grab their hands but they both jerked it away. They should be calmed or they
might kill her and they might die. But before I could do anything, Miss Lauren was float higher
on the ground. it gives her uneasy feeling and I heard her scream.

But the next thing I saw, she was thrown and on a space on the wall and flying nails
came across the room and nailed her on the walls. It wasnt enough for the killer so he throw
needles and it hit her eyes, nose, throat and lips. The blood starts to drip and she kept
screaming. Then there was this bread knife came across, flying then tried to cut her hand. Slowly.

The agony she screamed and cried was too ear-piercing and deafening. She ask help for
us, but I already run to the door and tried to budge in though I know it wont open. I was crying
when I heard another cries of pain and agony. I didnt look at them. I was alone and the sight of
them seeing getting punished for what they had think was too painful.

When I heard the door unlocked, I run away from the Art Gallery. My tears wont stop as
well as my foot from running. I kept running and running until my feet brought me to a room
Ive never been in. the room was dark so when I closed the door I sat by the door and hugged
my knees to cry and kept asking why all of this keep happening.
 Suddenly, a light on the middle of the room lightened and on the spot it was lightening,
I saw a photograph. I had the urge not to go near of it but the theres also this feeling of
wanting to know what it was so I crawled towards the photograph.

My hands trembles as I saw the photograph. I suddenly realize who they were for me. I
cried again as my hands keep holding on the photograph. It was a group picture of us smiling
happily on the camera, each arms were around the each should. Why did I ever forget that?

Then a photograph was falling on the spot. I grabbed it before it lands. It was not a
photograph but when I saw this, I remember what had happened that before. While looking at
it, there was a loud banging from the walls and doors, trying to get in. the fear and terror starts
creeping on my skin and my heart pounds as the banging wont stop.

I didnt kill you! Its not me! I screamed.

I didnt do it. I didnt. I am innocent. Im just a nerdy girl who wanted friends and when I
had, I love them, very much. I really loved them. Not when they betrayed me. It was too painful
and awful to see a friendship getting broken because of that. But it wasnt the friendship got
broken, only me, just me who was feeling painful. It was only me who got affected.

All this time, I wasnt their friend. I was never. So when I realized I wasnt I wanted them
all suffered the pain I suffered when they betrayed me. They all betrayed me and left me behind,
alone!

You should die, Die, Die!

They all should die! None of them saved me. They laughed at me. I devised a plan. Not a
plan but a thought in my head on how they should die, and it all happen. They die after they
killed their professor but in more painful manner and way. When I thought of that and written it
in a paper the now Im holding it, I looked at it and felt a satisfaction.

Everyone, lets all fix this. Were friends, right?

The banging stopped and an insane smile come across the face of Gabrielle marked. But that was
what she thought. They banged the walls louder and stronger than before and when hit it, they broke the
door. Gabrielle, was insanely smiling at them when they all come forwards from the door, walking
sideways and has this noise they making, like a dead corpse or zombie.
It was too late to realize, they wont give her a hug but tear away her flesh from her body limbs,
bones and veins. She screamed loudly and cried loudly as she ask apologies for the fault she had done.
The dead corpses wont stop tearing away her limbs until her screams died away.
Gabrielle will be forever imprisoned in this nightmare, this will keep happening in her head,
unless she wakes up from Comma.