Author: elisabethrose97 PM
The seventh and eighth grade class of a private school have been hit with a string of murders that appear to have a pattern. I wrote this in Junior High with my friends. We collaborated.Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 9 - Words: 11,097 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-23-12 - id: 3076967
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Michael Sciambra twiddled his thumbs. Ironically, it was science class, and he had just run out of things to say, and he had already reached his quota of learning for the day. so, onward he twiddled. The rain was pouring down, and Mr. Science was struggling to teach over the loud pangs of water on Perez struggled to ask about protons and electrons when the lights shut off suddenly with a rather satisfying *click*. there was the expected screams and shouts, and Mr. Science shouted louder than everyone too calm down, and that the back up generator would kick in in a few seconds. (a few seconds laterrr) the lights filckered on, and shone down on the entire class. the eighth grade girls all found each other, and were huddled. the seventh grade girls were caught running around squeeking, while most of the guys just sat there. Mr. Science was just standing in the exact same spot, but his hat, which was on the black table, was smothered in what looked like spagetti sauce. More than a little disturbed, his eyes were wide as he said, "what is that supposed to be?" everyone looked at the hat, and Joseph Maxson turned to say something to Mike. S., but he screamed a rather feminine scream at what he saw.(it took years of therapy before Joe could sit in the rain and talk about protons again.) The slumped form of Michael Sciambra was definately unconcious, covered in sticky red liquid. Kyle Huss said quietly, "it looks like he was drowned in Prego tomato sauce." and, indeed, the empty bottle of Prego certainly aided in his verdict. Accusing eyes turned on Mr. Science. "its his hat. he did it." Nicholas Hayes said. Mr. Sciences eyes slit defensively. "Thats not fair!" he said. "someone was probably setting me up! knowing you lot, i wouldnt put it past you.''
Michael Sciambra gurgled the tomato sauce in his throat and spat it onto the carpet in front of him. he laughed at the horrified look on Mr. Lazzaro's face. he sat up and wiped his chin. half the class was laughing with him. "that was so wrong! you deserve 5 checks for that!" "awwwwww... :( " michael complained. "ha ha! you already get five checks, and its only monday!" michael quinn scoffed at him. mr. lazzaro turned to michael quinn, and, noticing the tomato sauce wiped on his pants, replied to him, "that's 5 checks for you too!" "awwww WHAT?!" he yelled in a squeeky voice. " what about vince?!" vince quickley sat down evacuating his position at the light swich. "5 checks, vince! alright, was anyone else in on this?" "oh," vince commented, " you dont think your hat just flew off by itself did you?" isabel cowered a little, trying to hide behind her desk...
"5 checks for you too Isabel." Mr. Lazzaro said. Isabel did her best to look innocent while saying,"What? But I didn't do anything."Mr. Lazzaro gave her a "I don't believe a single word that comes out of your mouth " look and wrote down in his little waiter book Isabel's name alone with 5 checks. "So let's continue with the balancing of equations. The one on the board is sooooooooo simple, it kills me. It's first grade level. There is no excuse for you not understanding this simple simple science." Kyle randomly stood up and went up to the board. Nobody knew what he was drawing until he stepped back displaying an incredibly life-like picture of Sponge Bob. For a few seconds, there was just silence until Mr. Lazzaro snapped out of his trance and said,"Kyle, go sit DOWN!" Kyle went back to his desk without a word. "So Kevin, maybe you can explain to this dim-witted class how to balance this simple equation." Kevin marched up to the board and wrote a jumble of letters and numbers.
By the time he finished, the bell had gone. Everyone stood up to put their books away.
"Ok, everybody sit down!" but only a few people sat down, and half of them were in the wrong places.
Mr. Riley walked in. It was time for Latin class. So Mr. Lazzaro just gave up and wrote the homework on the board before leaving the classroom. Latin class went by without anything too exciting except maybe Nick tripping over the bump on the floor. Vince and Kyle howled with laughter and Elisabeth couldn't help feeling a little sorry for Nick. But other than that, nothing of significance happened during Latin class. Mr. Riley worked with the beginners that day which made the class a little dull for the eighth graders.
(The next morning at 10:10)Once again it was Science class and Michael Sciambra was feeling in a particularly annoying mood. "Heehee." Michael chuckled to himself and muttered,"I want to annoy Mr. Lazzaro a lot today."
but the best way for one person to annoy someone, was to get
more people to annoy that person. so before the start of class, michael gathered some friends to help him, including: michael quinn, kevin, vince, isabel, and teresa. and the best way to annoy someone was not to go about randomly, improvising as you go, rather to have a plan, a devilishly evil plan. for this spesific group there was a plan, a plan more evil than can be defined. who was the mastermind? who is the leader? who will be the one to blame when they are caught in the end?! yes. it was indeed, michael sciambra.
So, they set about their evil
business, and within a few minutes, everything was perfect. Michael smiled, pleased with himself. Mr. Science swept into the classroom, his eyes dark, and elaborately swung his speedo bag onto the little black table. he seemed to have an air of darkness and depression around him. Meanwhile, Elisabeth was steaming. Her and Michael were having a horrible argument over musical preference, and his 'stupidity' was filling her soul with anger. Mr. Science was just starting to get the class simmered down, and right as Michael was about to give the signal (tapping his right foot to an imaginary waltz and scratching his forehead with his pinky) when he noticed something. he saw, out of the corner of his eye, a butterfly flutter by the open doorway. Overcome with emotion for the helpless little thing, Michael was taken to a make-believe land where butterflies and spiders lived in harmony, and everyone was friends and everything tasted like barbecue sauce and-he was snapped out of his daydream by a sharp kick from, surprisingly, Robert Snowden. Robert quickly hissed out, "hurry and give the signal! Mr. Lazaro is bound to notice he's standing on a huge red X sooner or later!" Michael nodded curtly, and painstakingly rose his pinky while trying to think of what a waltz was anyway. Michael Quinn noticed the signal, sat up straight and waved his arms to attract the attention of the other minions. Vince carefully started to let go of the rope that held a huge vat of kidney beans suspended over the unsuspecting Mr. Science head. Struggling to hold his weight in beans, Vince dropped the rope. It fell perfectly, right on target. The tightly packed bag of kidney beans fell onto Mr. Lazzaro's head, making a very loud thud. Elisabeth and Bitty winced for Mr. Lazzaro's sake but Delia and the rest of the class laughed loudly."Hahahahahahah" Michael Sciambra laughed the loudest. There was fury in Mr. Lazzaro's eyes as his eyes darted around the classroom looking for the ring-leader. Everyone jerked their heads toward Michael Sciambra. Mr. Lazzaro lunged for Michael and...SHA-BAM! that's when michael snapped his fingers, signaling the next step of his devilish plan. teresa and isabel came up behind mr. lazzaro, each holding a large feather pillow. the kidney beans, which had been ingeniously drenched in goopy maple syrup, served as a perfect glue. isabel and teresa each started to whack mr. lazzaro with the feather pillows until they ripped open and spewed out fluffy white duck down.
"NO! that was my favorite pillow! D: " vince screamed out. but the two girls only whacked harder. soon, was thoroughly coated in feathers from head to toe.
now michael sciambra clapped twice, like a demanding queen, looking to his two slaves. kevin and michael quinn immediatly stood up. they each retreived something from their backpacks behind them. michael quinn sprayed yellow spray piant at mr. lazzaro while holding his arm in front of his face to aviod breathing in the nausiating fumes. kevin had an inflated rubber glove attached to a bicycle helmate, which he fastened to the teacher's head. he then got a large ostrich egg from his locker and gentley placed it on the floor behind mr. lazzaro. vince got out a special trip-wire and gave one end to kevin. they held it tight behind mr. lazzaro's heels. when the spray-paint can had finished, michael quinn gave mr. lazzaro a hard shove and... Mr. Lazzaro went tumbling. The class erupted with un-suppressed laughing. Mr. Lazzaro was furious and he also looked sad. the class stopped laughing when mr lazzaro's lip puckered and"you guys... *sniffle* ... are sooo mean!" he exclaimed with tear-filled eyes. he scurried out the door to go see mr. muth, leaving a trail of spray-painted feathers and ostrich egg yolk. he was VERY mad at michael sciambra, and baffled at how he formulated a plan, set it up, and obtained the supplies needed, just five minutes before class...mr lazzaro returned a minute later with mr muth in tow. there was fire in mr lazzaro's eyes but mr muth looked calm and unperturbed.