A/N: A complete new story. Just when you though high school was bad enough..., wait till you see this one.

Giving the last spin of her combination, her locker door swung open. She reached in and grabbed some of her books and binders. Stacking them in her arms, she slammed the door, and turned to head back to her class.

Upon entering, she quickly recognized some of her friends.

There was Lucy Atwood, sitting at one of the desk. The same one that was next to her own. Her bright red hair was pulled into numerous braids, with little skulled bangs holding them in place. They clashed slightly with her green eyes. She was dressed in her usual attire. Her long, black hoodie with the design of a white skull, and a red vine entwined around it. A little freaky. Small glimpses of her gray skirt could be seen underneath her hoodie, but not by much, since the large jacket covered nearly all of her body. Also, the familiar pair of gray fishnet-like stockings were visible. Her 'biker-like' boots were several sizes to large for her, but the series of buckles, and belts kept them on. They were installed with a steel tip, and two spikes on each shoe. No doubt it was her own installation. Some black eye-liner, and lipstick, truly pulled off this look.

Then, there was Nona Root, sitting behind her. Her wavy, long dark-brown hair, matching with her smooth-textured eyes, gave her the look of mystery. But, not even her eyes could hid what she was wearing. Despite the obscurity of the desk, you could still see what she was sporting. She wore a pair of 'too-short' shorts, which had a black, skulled belt (which was most likely Lucy's), that was fastened around her waist, no even going through the belt loops. A white, collared 'mid-riff', which was what she called a shirt that showed off her trimmed stomach, which had a black tie hanging around her neck in front of it. Of course, the thing seemed a few sizes too small for her. She also wore a pair of black, high-heeled sandals, which had black skulls attached to them as well, (once again, most likely belonging to Lucy). They looked like a cute mix between a sandal, and high-heels, giving her a few more inches off the ground. Of course, it's not like her legs had already given her enough height.

The two made her feel weird about what she was wearing. A black-and-white collared shirt, that zipped in the front, with a pair of black pants. She wore a pair of her black-and-white tennis shoes to match. Her sandy-brown hair pulled into a ponytail that fell to her shoulder-blades in the back. Nonetheless, they were about the only people she hung out with, despite her own cheerful and friendly atmosphere,

"Hey, how you guys doin'?" she asked, placing her stuff on her desk, before taking a seat,

"Well, I could've been better," Lucy answered, her hands folded in front of her. She always had this look like she didn't care, or she was half-asleep, or, as some other people have said, like she was half-wasted, "Instead my aunt sent me this skirt, and my brother insisted that I'd be nice and wear for once. So, here I am."

"It looks cute," Nona commented, leaning across her desk, making it look liker her shirt was straining to keep a hold, "But, I bet you wish she bought you a black one, huh?"

"No, it was black before, but I put it in the wash enough to make it gray," said Lucy, "It's a hobby of mine."

"I bet it is," she agreed, putting her books away, before leaning against the back of her chair, "So, what do you guys want to do after school?"

"Anything," said Nona, resting her head on her desk, "How about we go to the mall?"

"Sure, then we can get you some decent clothing," she responded,

"Whatev' Sally, we can get you to show off a little bit more as well," said Nona, before getting to her feet, she looked around slightly, "I wonder where everyone is? The teacher isn't here. Half the class isn't here as well. I guess it was that cafeteria food from yesterday, you heard how people were talking about that." she tossed her head back slightly, causing her hair to go over one shoulder, "Glad I didn't eat any of it. There wasn't anything on there that was on my diet."

"Yeah, but you don't eat," said Lucy, getting a snicker to come from Sally, who Nona looked scornfully at,

"I'm sorry, but look at you," said Sally, getting over her quick snickering move, "But, you do look dangerously skinny there. And a little pale." A little pale was an understatement, her skin almost looked transparent,

"Well, some men like it like this," said Nona, before turning quickly on her heels, fast enough where it looked as though she might lose her balance. She walked over to the board, picking up a marker, and started drawing little pictures on it.

"Excuse me, Miss. Root," the three of them looked over, to see the vice principal, Mrs. Richmond standing in the doorway, "I believe we established before, that clothing like that will not be permitted in the school."

"No, you said that about my last one," said Nona, continuing her little drawings, not even minding the vice principal's glare. Of course, her last encounter with Mrs. Richmond, was when she wore a miniskirt, and tube-top,

"Yes, and this one seems worse," Mrs. Richmond commented. She was a middle-aged women, who still looked slightly good for her age. Dressed in a full length suit, with a knee-length skirt. It was dark-purple. She crossed her arms across her chest, "And your breaking rule number 96."

"No, that rule states that if I wear something that shows off too much, I have to change," said Nona, "And clearly, I could wear a lot less than this, my other clothes were just in the dryer this morning."

"Miss. Root! To the office now!" Mrs. Richmond growled,

"Fine," Nona said, placing the marker back down, "I'll be back guys." she sighed, and followed Mrs. Richmond out into the hallway, and down to the office.

"That's what, the sixth time this month?" Lucy asked,

"Yeah," Sally said, she looked around, "You know what, forget this, it's almost lunch time anyways, let's go and see if we can't find the boys." she left her things at her desk, before getting back up. Lucy followed after her, as they stepped into the hallway. A group of kids were already turning the corner at the end of the hallway. Going towards the hallway. Which was possibly why no one was in the classrooms, "Come on." she and Lucy headed down towards the cafeteria,

"Hang on, I need to get something from my locker," said Lucy, taking a right into another hallway,

"What is it?" Sally asked, following after her friend,

"Nothing much, but it wouldn't take me long," said Lucy, getting to her locker "Only a few seconds." she spun in the combination, before pulling it open. She reached inside, and shuffled through some of her things. She pulled out, what appeared to be some string, or something. She slammed her locker, and pulled the fishnet gloves over her fingers, "Alright, we can go."

Sally let out a sigh, leave it to Lucy to become even more Goth than before. She turned and started walking back towards the hallway. Coming back to the original hallway, she turned towards the cafeteria and started than way.

Standing a few feet from the doorway, they watched as it swung open and a tall figure stepped out. It was Bryant Wetson, one of their friends. His dark-brown hair, we ruffled slightly. Matching beautifully with his brown eyes. He wore his trademark baggy, black pants, with a red short-sleeve shirt, with a long-sleeve gray shirt underneath that. Matching comfortable with his favorite pair of biker boots. His entire attire, and his looks almost made him look like Brad Pitt, out of the movie 'The Mexican'. Except for that fact he was a little over six feet tall.

He was holding his left hand in his right hand, he gave them a slight smile,

"I cut my hand," he said, holding up his palm. Showing off the blood-drenched wound, of ripped skin. Maybe a few inches long. Not too deep, but enough to bleed,

"That's nice," said Sally, cringing back slightly, since she always had this hatred of blood, "Just go to the nurse's office. You're bleeding all over the floor."

"You weren't eating any of that stuff, were you?" Lucy asked,

"No, I was just playing with the knives," said Bryant, "I'll be back." he headed down the straight corridor ahead of him. The nurse's office wasn't too far away, so it shouldn't take too long. The hallways were nearly empty. Which was strange. Usually, there was always a few people standing around. Maybe they were outside. Because not a lot of people were even in the cafeteria. He remembered seeing one kid go to the office.

He didn't look to well. Sweat pouring down his face. His skin was pale and clammy. He was holding his stomach, and complaining about aches everywhere. He was limping slightly as well.

So, it probably meant the office was filled with sick kids. Well, hopefully Nurse Jenny could just put a band-aid on it. Or, he was willing to fix it himself, given the supplies. Coming to the door, he grabbed the knob and gave it a twist,

"Hey nurse Jenny, I cut myself again," he called as he entered the room. He stopped dead in his tracks. It was a large office, larger than most school's. It could probably hold at least fifteen, or twenty kids on small cots. Every cot was filled, even some kids were leaning against walls, or sitting on the ground. None of them were moving though. Just being still, as though they were dead.

There was a desk sitting near the door. Blood was pooling out from behind it. Blood spilled out on top of it.

Maybe someone was worse than him,

"Jenny?" he called, before slowly walking into the room. He could hear some kind of noise that stopped him in his tracks. He heard it before, but what was it? He continued into the room. The turn of the desk told all.

Nurse Jenny, or what was left of her, was laying facedown on the ground, her arms and legs sprawled out slightly, as though she had suddenly fallen. There were drag marks, and slightly smears, and splatters of blood everywhere. So, she must've tried to fight off whatever was attacking her. Although, anyone could tell, she had hopelessly lost.

Most of her back was torn to pieces, giving sight to her ribs, and spine. The blood had pooled out to a crimson sticky mess. Two of the students were on their knees next to her. At the sound of his footsteps, the two looked up. Blood caking on their chins, as their rottening teeth chewed on poor Nurse Jenny's flesh. They got to their feet, and stumbled towards him. Their feet dragging slightly behind them. Blood had spilt down the front of their shirts. Their skin was a sickly gray, and peeling on their arms, and face. Their eyes turning a cataract white.

He backed up, unaware of how far he had gone, before he felt the entering door hit his back. He felt around for the doorknob, before feeling the cold brass sit in his palm. The two students continued their approach towards him. He noticed several other movements behind them. At least five, or six more stood up.

No time to waste. He twisted the knob, swung around, as he pulled the door open. He ran out, slamming the door behind him. He stumbled to the other side of the hallway, watching as something struck the door, causing it the hinges to squeak.

He ran down the hallway, back towards the cafeteria.

Praying he didn't just hear the door break down.