Post by Maybe Might Not Be Moneybags on Jan 10, 2009 20:09:57 GMT -5
Mere seconds after I finished this chapter, my computer crashed. Good thing I saved.
Hugh in Catholic School
Chapter 5: The Ninja Club
fillerI woke up in the Nurse’s office, which was pretty darn white. The walls, floor, ceiling, and even the bed I was lying on were white. After a quick conversation with the Nurse, who also doubled as the lady at the front desk, I left the office and attempted to find my locker.
fillerTo my dismay, the lockers here seemed to follow the same number patterns as the classrooms. After a few minutes of pondering why the hell 215 and 570 would be within six inches of each other, a turned the corner and almost slammed into Andre.
“Hey Hugh, you less concussion-addled now?” He asked.
“I hope so.” I said. “Can you help me find my locker? It’s 409.”
fillerAndre nodded, then took off his backpack. From the main pocket, he produced, (Get this) a MAP. He had a map of all the classrooms and lockers in St. Mark’s. He spent a few minutes frowning at the map, running his finger down the different halls. At first I thought he was just doing an exhaustive search, but apparently the map had a legend.
“Alright.” He finally said. “Your locker’s…. Right there.” He pointed across the hall.
“Wow, you’re so helpful!” I said sarcastically. I went over to my locker and got my backpack from it. (Someone had apparently been helpful enough to bring it back to my locker from the Gym when I got hit.)
“What period are we on?” I asked while consulting my schedule.
“Sixth, you only missed the rest of Gym.” Andre said. I scrolled my finger down the schedule until I found sixth period.
“It’s blank, what’s that mean?”
“It means you have a free period.”
“Oh, what do you have?”
Andre consulted his map, which apparently had his schedule on it too. “English, looks like. See you, Hugh.” Then he left, and strangely, so did everyone else.
Standing alone in the hallway was eerie, but I only dwelled on that fact for a second before switch my brain to the matter of what to do during the free period. I’d only been to one period, so Homework was out of the question because I had none.
fillerMaybe I could go to the library and check out a book. Maybe they’d let me use one of the library computers to check my homework on the internet. If they wouldn’t let me in the library or something I could go and hang out on the courtyard.
fillerI started off in the direction of the library, but then I realized I had no idea where it was. I should’ve borrowed Andre’s map while he was still here. Courtyard it was, then. I made my way to the courtyard without much incident, but when I go there, thing go weird. In front of the door to the courtroom were two guys about my age dressed in black trench coats. When I came into view, one pulled nunchucks (basically two fat sticks tied together with a piece of string, you hold on to one, swing the other around like a weapon, for you ignorant people) from his coat, twirled them, and began to yell at me.
“Who are you with?” He had a French accent, so it sounded more like “Ou are you wit.”
“No one, I just want to go to the court-“
“Eet is off-leemits!”
“Why?”
He twirled his nunchucks a bit more menacingly. “None of your beezness! Leave zis place!”
“Look, buddy.” I said. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but if I want to go in the courtyard, I’ll-“
fillerI stopped there because he shouted something in French and ran at me while swinging his nunchucks wildly. When he got into range, I dodged his swing and drove my knee into his stomach. While he was doubled over and wheezing (With a French accent, to boot! Le wheez, Le wheez,) I grabbed the nunchuck stick he wasn’t holding, wrenched the entire thing out of his hands, and lobbed it at the very surprised other guy in black.
fillerWhile guy in black number two was distracted dodging the erratic flailings of the sticks, I covered the distance between us in three steps, the last of which I turned into a back kick which knocked the wind out of him.
filler“Want any more?” I asked them. In response, they both groaned. I allowed myself one second to savor the victory and remind myself that those two years of martial arts classes were worth it after all. Then, some sounds of violence came from the closed doors to the courtyard. I stooped down to pick up one of the nunchucks, then kicked the doors open.
fillerIt was one of the strangest sights I had ever seen. First of all, there were dozens of the same guys in black. Each of them held some kind of bludgeoning weapon, from the same kind of nunchucks the guys at the door had, to big long staves. They were all in a circle around a familiar face.
fillerIt was Susan the rouge hall monitor, of all people. She was wearing the same school baseball cap as she had the last time I had seen her, but she was also wearing a white one of those weird samurai robe things, decorated with cherry blossoms. Her hands were wrapped in white strips of cloth with the American flag on it, and she had a katana.
fillerEveryone turned to look at me and my nunchucks. Probably because my nunchucks were bigger than theirs, and everyone was envious of my nunchucks.
“What are you guys doing here?” I asked.
“What, a girl and a bunch of French guys can’t get ready for a cool ninja fight in the courtyard of a highschool?” Susan asked.
“Aren’t you the rule-enforcer around here?”
“Well, yeah…”
“Zis eez important!” One of the French guys interrupted. “Zis woman eemprisonned our prezeedont!”
“How many times do I have to say it? He was loitering in the lobby.” Susan grumbled.
“Ee vas just go-ing to class!” The Frenchman yelled. “Ee vas just walkeeng and you arresteed him!”
“Eh…..”
All the French guys readied their weapons. Susan raised her Katana.
“Arr you wif ‘er?” One of the French guys asked me.
I stared at this incredibly bizarre scene before me, and wondered if I was the only kid in this entire school who wasn’t on crack.
“Arr. You. Wif. ‘er.?” The question came again with more heavy French emphasis.
“What the hell, I’ve got nothing better to do.” I said.
Then the martial arts fight began. (One of over nine thousand.)
Hugh in Catholic School
Chapter 5: The Ninja Club
fillerI woke up in the Nurse’s office, which was pretty darn white. The walls, floor, ceiling, and even the bed I was lying on were white. After a quick conversation with the Nurse, who also doubled as the lady at the front desk, I left the office and attempted to find my locker.
fillerTo my dismay, the lockers here seemed to follow the same number patterns as the classrooms. After a few minutes of pondering why the hell 215 and 570 would be within six inches of each other, a turned the corner and almost slammed into Andre.
“Hey Hugh, you less concussion-addled now?” He asked.
“I hope so.” I said. “Can you help me find my locker? It’s 409.”
fillerAndre nodded, then took off his backpack. From the main pocket, he produced, (Get this) a MAP. He had a map of all the classrooms and lockers in St. Mark’s. He spent a few minutes frowning at the map, running his finger down the different halls. At first I thought he was just doing an exhaustive search, but apparently the map had a legend.
“Alright.” He finally said. “Your locker’s…. Right there.” He pointed across the hall.
“Wow, you’re so helpful!” I said sarcastically. I went over to my locker and got my backpack from it. (Someone had apparently been helpful enough to bring it back to my locker from the Gym when I got hit.)
“What period are we on?” I asked while consulting my schedule.
“Sixth, you only missed the rest of Gym.” Andre said. I scrolled my finger down the schedule until I found sixth period.
“It’s blank, what’s that mean?”
“It means you have a free period.”
“Oh, what do you have?”
Andre consulted his map, which apparently had his schedule on it too. “English, looks like. See you, Hugh.” Then he left, and strangely, so did everyone else.
Standing alone in the hallway was eerie, but I only dwelled on that fact for a second before switch my brain to the matter of what to do during the free period. I’d only been to one period, so Homework was out of the question because I had none.
fillerMaybe I could go to the library and check out a book. Maybe they’d let me use one of the library computers to check my homework on the internet. If they wouldn’t let me in the library or something I could go and hang out on the courtyard.
fillerI started off in the direction of the library, but then I realized I had no idea where it was. I should’ve borrowed Andre’s map while he was still here. Courtyard it was, then. I made my way to the courtyard without much incident, but when I go there, thing go weird. In front of the door to the courtroom were two guys about my age dressed in black trench coats. When I came into view, one pulled nunchucks (basically two fat sticks tied together with a piece of string, you hold on to one, swing the other around like a weapon, for you ignorant people) from his coat, twirled them, and began to yell at me.
“Who are you with?” He had a French accent, so it sounded more like “Ou are you wit.”
“No one, I just want to go to the court-“
“Eet is off-leemits!”
“Why?”
He twirled his nunchucks a bit more menacingly. “None of your beezness! Leave zis place!”
“Look, buddy.” I said. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but if I want to go in the courtyard, I’ll-“
fillerI stopped there because he shouted something in French and ran at me while swinging his nunchucks wildly. When he got into range, I dodged his swing and drove my knee into his stomach. While he was doubled over and wheezing (With a French accent, to boot! Le wheez, Le wheez,) I grabbed the nunchuck stick he wasn’t holding, wrenched the entire thing out of his hands, and lobbed it at the very surprised other guy in black.
fillerWhile guy in black number two was distracted dodging the erratic flailings of the sticks, I covered the distance between us in three steps, the last of which I turned into a back kick which knocked the wind out of him.
filler“Want any more?” I asked them. In response, they both groaned. I allowed myself one second to savor the victory and remind myself that those two years of martial arts classes were worth it after all. Then, some sounds of violence came from the closed doors to the courtyard. I stooped down to pick up one of the nunchucks, then kicked the doors open.
fillerIt was one of the strangest sights I had ever seen. First of all, there were dozens of the same guys in black. Each of them held some kind of bludgeoning weapon, from the same kind of nunchucks the guys at the door had, to big long staves. They were all in a circle around a familiar face.
fillerIt was Susan the rouge hall monitor, of all people. She was wearing the same school baseball cap as she had the last time I had seen her, but she was also wearing a white one of those weird samurai robe things, decorated with cherry blossoms. Her hands were wrapped in white strips of cloth with the American flag on it, and she had a katana.
fillerEveryone turned to look at me and my nunchucks. Probably because my nunchucks were bigger than theirs, and everyone was envious of my nunchucks.
“What are you guys doing here?” I asked.
“What, a girl and a bunch of French guys can’t get ready for a cool ninja fight in the courtyard of a highschool?” Susan asked.
“Aren’t you the rule-enforcer around here?”
“Well, yeah…”
“Zis eez important!” One of the French guys interrupted. “Zis woman eemprisonned our prezeedont!”
“How many times do I have to say it? He was loitering in the lobby.” Susan grumbled.
“Ee vas just go-ing to class!” The Frenchman yelled. “Ee vas just walkeeng and you arresteed him!”
“Eh…..”
All the French guys readied their weapons. Susan raised her Katana.
“Arr you wif ‘er?” One of the French guys asked me.
I stared at this incredibly bizarre scene before me, and wondered if I was the only kid in this entire school who wasn’t on crack.
“Arr. You. Wif. ‘er.?” The question came again with more heavy French emphasis.
“What the hell, I’ve got nothing better to do.” I said.
Then the martial arts fight began. (One of over nine thousand.)