|Highschool: Heaven or Hell?
Author: emmiiee'ox PM
Mike Mizanin is like most teenage guys: getting through highschool one step at a time. Starting with... an interesting bus ride?Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor - Chapters: 6 - Words: 16,667 - Reviews: 39 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 01-09-07 - Published: 10-10-06 - id: 3193241
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Well, this is Chapter six! Ohhh yeah! So, I'm taking a break from the daily activity and revolving it around four different characters. So, tell me what you think, and I'll continue writing as quickly as I can. So enjoy it! Hoorah!
You know whats coming...
Oh, by the way! The sequel to Harmoni9's amazing story is out! It's called "Message Recieved" So, if you read Instant messanger, READ THIS ONE! Okay? Good. Enjoy.
He groaned, and went in line to get food, when he heard someone behind him.
"Hey! You're Matt right?" He turned to see one of Mike's new friends, Kevin.
"Um, yeah. I think."
"I have a freaky stalker chick after me. Seeing as you got your girlfriend to hate you, I wanted some tips."
Matt rolled his eyes. "Just tell her to piss off."
Kevin's eyes were wide, and he looked scared. "I've tried, man!"
"I'll help." Andrew told Kevin from behind him.
"Hey," Kevin began, raising his arms in the air. "I want to get her to leave me alone, not kill her."
Andrew laughed, as the line moved up. "I can just tell her to screw off. Or get Christy to do it. Or Dalip if you prefer." Kevin shook his head.
"I'm alright Andrew. I just need a plan...I've been going to the wrong classes to avoid her. I can keep it up." Kevin sighed, as he grabbed a cheeseburger. "Have you tried these things? They're amazing." He added, changing the subject.
"I don't want you to fail. Who is it?" Andrew asked, as Kevin was grabbing another cheeseburger.
"It's just Trish. She'll get bored eventually." He offhandedly said, then his eyes went wide again. "But don't beat her up."
"I won't, I'll go talk to her..." He assured him, then grabbed a cheeseburger.
After they had paid, Matt went to wander off to an empty table, but Kevin grabbed his arm and pulled him to a table with Mike, Kurt, Dwayne, Rob, Glen, Terry and Jim, and sat him down. Andrew seated himself beside Rob and Jim.
"So what's new?" Kevin asked Matt, as Mike stared in shock up from his poutine.
"You don't talk much do you? You don't have to be shy around me. Or anyone. Because..well...you don't. Being shy is...very...I DON'T KNOW! Just TALK YOU TWO!" He suddenly yelled causing Mike and Matt to jump.
"For god sakes! Matt's cool! Mike's cool! Adam's a dick! You two are friends so talk!" He ordered. Mike looked at him awkwardly.
"Hey..." Mike said quietly. Matt almost replied, when suddenly, the cafeteria doors slammed open. Everyone looked to the door to see a younger, blonde boy, around grade seven. Matt's eyes went wide as the kid threw his arms out.
"Hi Matty!" Jeff yelled loudly.
"NO!!!" Matt screamed at his little brother.
"That's Andrew." Matt told him.
"Wow. Andrew, you're really big." He stated, as Andrew smiled, and then Jeff turned to Rob.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Rob. And he's Terry." He told Jeff, pointing at himself, then Terry.
He looked at Glen expectantly. "I'm Glen, and you're Matt's little brother?" He asked, as Jeff nodded.
"Kurt and Dwayne." They both said before Jeff even laid eyes on them.
"Yeah. Kurt you live by me. You're the one who's always in that willow tree." Jeff sighed. Kurt nodded.
"That's me. And you're the one who always jumping infront of cars and laying in the middle of the road." Kurt told him.
Jeff nodded proudly, as Matt rolled his eyes.
He turned to Jim and smiled. "You're Jim! You and Mike used to come to my house all the time. Why did you stop?" He asked in confusion.
"It's because Adam started coming over..." Matt sighed. "And Adam's a dickhead, and it's my fault. And I'm really sorry..." He apologized, shuffling his feet. Mike grinned up at him, which Matt returned with a weak smile.
"And I'm Kevin! What the hell's your name?" He asked.
"I'm Jeff! I'm Matt's little brother."
"And how old did you say you were?" He then asked.
"I'm twelve!" He stated proudly.
Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Really...I would have sworn you were younger..." He shrugged. Jeff laughed loudly.
"My dad says that I don't act my age. He says I need to grow up, and grow up fast, because when I go to highschool, people will think I'm stupid and immature! He's probably right. But I don't care, because he's a dumbass. And...yeah!" He explained. As Rob nodded slowly.
"Charming." Kevin said flatly, as Ashley suddenly sat down beside Jeff.
"Hey Jeff!" She said brightly, as Jeff smiled up at her.
"Hey Ash." He greeted through a mouthful of fries. She laughed and turned to Matt and Mike.
"So you two are actually hanging out again? That's a relief." Matt and Mike both nodded slowly, as Andrew stood up loudly.
"I'm gonna go talk to someone. I'll be back in a second." He announced, then walked to the table where Trish and her friends were seated.
"If she ends up dead, I had nothing to do with it!" Kevin yelled back at Andrew, then turned back to Mike.
"So...anything new happen on the bus this morning?" He asked. Mike shook his head.
"But I have something you forgot..." Mike told him, as he pulled out the photo from his pocket, a grin on his face. Kevin looked at the picture, his eyes darting around swiftly. He looked at Mike's grinning face and pointed at him.
"You shut up!" He ordered harshly, as Kurt laughed at him. "You too!" He growled, hitting Kurt hard on his back.
Kurt suddenly started choking on something. Everyone looked at him as he continued choking.
"Uh, should someone help him?" Jeff asked awkwardly.
Dwayne shook his head. "Nah..." Dwayne laughed. " He's joking around. If he was actually choking he'd be-"
He didn't get to finish his sentence as Kurt fell to the ground, still violently gagging, clutching his neck.
"Okay, NOW someone go get help." Dwayne ordered.
Two boys, one smaller than the other were being held captive in this place against their will.
"Are you ready Shawn?" Hunter whispered to his friend, who was leaning forward anxiously in the soft green office chair. He nodded excitedly, as the last teacher inside the office walked past them to leave.
Shawn leaned forward and snatched the keys away from her key chain...luckily she had it loose, otherwise they would have been seen.
As she exited, Hunter slammed the door shut, and Shawn locked it as soon as it closed.
They both stood bolt up, and ran behind the counter where the secretary usually sat, and flung open the cupboards. Shawn grabbed a container of tacks, and Hunter grabbed a package of erasers, permanent markers, and Shawn grabbed some...post-it notes...
"Post-it notes?" Hunter asked Shawn, who nodded evilly.
"Post-it notes." He grinned, as they stood up from their crouching position.
Hunter leapt up onto the counter, and pushed everything off, brandishing a black permanent marker. He began writing neatly across the table, as Shawn was ripping down random post-it memos all over the wall, and piling them on the end table in between the two chairs where the "problem children" sat.
He grabbed some red pens, and began writing his own memos onto the post-it notes he had grabbed. (Teachers are known to write on post-it's with red pen.)
Hunter jumped back off of the counter, admiring his work, and grabbed black electric tape, and began taping over the windows, as Shawn scurried over to the announcement book, and began erasing everything he could, then took a pencil out of the cup beside it, and began writing in announcements for the whole week.
Hunter leaned over, reading some of the things Shawn wrote.
"Mr. Hogan needs to check his pants?" He asked, as Shawn nodded, giggling madly.
He looked at the next thing.
"Mr. Thompson is fired. And fired hard. Ms. Jackson, thank you for last night?" Hunter laughed evil as him and Shawn wrote some other stuff in.
Shawn turned and found a lime green permanent marker, and grinned.
"This is a cool colour..." he muttered as he moved into Mr. Hogan's office, Hunter wandering in behind him.
"Hm, unsupervised in the principals office..." Hunter grinned as he began looking through the cupboards, grabbing random things and shoving them into his backpack.
Shawn was grabbing all of the paper clips he could find. Hunter looked at him oddly.
"Why are you taking...paper clips?" He coughed. Shawn shrugged.
"They'll come in handy." He stated, as he grabbed a photo album entitled, "Family Photos"
Hunter snatched it from Shawn. "Maybe he has pictures of his daughter in here...I hear she's really hot..." He told Shawn, flipping open the book. Shawn and Hunter both stared in shock at the open book infront of them.
"Man, that ain't no family photo." Hunter said in awe.
"Who knew the principal kept porn in his family photo album." Shawn laughed, grabbing one of the magazines. Hunter slammed his hand on Shawn's head.
"You idiot! This is NOT a family photo album...it's disguised as a family photo album...but porn mags?" He laughed.
"Damn man, there's over twenty here...holy shit!" Shawn roared, shoving them in his backpack. "There is some weird shit..." He muttered, as Hunter began looking through the desk drawers.
A grin suddenly broke on Hunter's face. "People will probably be willing to buy these..." He smiled, as Shawn faced the wall, holding the green marker.
Shawn took off the lid, and began writing on the wall.
"WE ARE... What are we Hunter?" he asked as he stopped at 'we are' on the wall.
"Um...you know that thing we learned about in geography, called Generation X?" He asked.
"Yeah, that era of weirdos?" Shawn asked offhandedly.
"Well we are, the counter culture of Generation X! WE ARE!"
Shawn raised a fist, as they both yelled it in triumph, loud and clear.
"DEGENERATION X!" They both shouted. As Shawn turned back to the wall.
"WE ARE D-X" The wall read, in bolded bright green letters.
"Who is she?" He asked in interest.
"Her name is Joanie Laurer, and I think she's going to be the new member of DX." Hunter explained.
"Uh, we can't let any given person into our group!" Shawn protested. "Oh...or do you LIKE her?" Shawn giggled. Hunter hit him over the head again.
"Shut up Shawn!" He sneered, as they were making their way over to Joanie.
"Uh, hi Joanie!" Hunter greeted, as Shawn waved.
"Hi Hunt! What's up?" She smiled, as Hunter sat down beside her.
"We were wondering if you want to join our group. It's call Degeneration X." He said proudly.
"Um, sure... what do you guys do?"
"Fight against the system. Stuff like that." Hunter told her, as Shawn sat on the other side of her.
"So what do you think? Are you in, or are you in?" Shawn inquired.
"I guess I'm in!" She giggled, as Shawn and Hunter grinned.
"Well, you need a cool name...to hide your identity when we leave our mark...how 'bout...Jo Death!" Shawn exclaimed proudly.
She nodded enthusiastically. "That sounds cool. Is anyone else going to join?" Joanie then asked.
Shawn scratched his head and looked around, as Hunter nodded excitedly.
"Yeah, it's a guy named Sean Waltman...I used to hang out with him, he'd be good with us!"
Shawn's eyes widened. "A- a another Shawn?" He stuttered in a hurt voice. Hunter reached his hand out, put his hand over Shawn's head and pushed him away, still talking.
"So, we could go talk to him if you want." He told her, as Shawn stood back up. Joanie nodded as they stood up and walked to where Sean was eating.
Shawn glared and followed behind him. There couldn't be more then two Shawn's...this means war.
Kurt's number one hated thing...cookies.
There was a bag of flour, eggs, water, chocolate chips, a bag of sugar, a cup of milk, a tray, a bowl, and a wooden spoon to mix it with.
"It's not that bad! How hard can making cookies be?" Dwayne laughed. "Okay, you mix and I'll but everything in." He then ordered, as the teacher began telling them how to make the dough.
Dwayne suddenly stopped pouring the flour into the measuring cup.
"Did he say three cups of flour?" He asked. Kurt shook his head.
"He said six." Kurt knowingly told him, as Dwayne nodded and began scooping flour up to the brim of the measuring cup. Little did he know, each measuring cup held two cups.
By the time he was through, he had twelve cups of flour in the gigantic mixing bowl.
"Hey Kurt, doesn't this look like a little much?" he asked him. Kurt shook his head, chuckling.
"The things you don't know my friend."
The teacher suddenly went and sat down. "And I wish you all luck on making the cookies. The three people who do the best get there cookies into the bake sale and get all the profit!" He told them.
Kurt coughed awkwardly. "Did we miss something? No matter, I remember how to make cookies." Kurt boasted.
"But what I can't figure out, is why the eggs are here... I mean...who puts EGGS in COOKIES?" Kurt laughed, tossing the eggs onto the table next to him, which he noticed had Trish seated in it.
Kurt's eyes darted around, and picked up the milk.
"Three cups of milk..." He murmured, carefully measuring out a cup (two cups...) of milk. Eventually, there was six cups of milk mixed in (supposedly three).
"Uh, Kurt? This bowl's looking a little full buddy." Dwayne nervously told Kurt. "Are you sure you know how?"
Kurt glanced at him. "Have I ever steered you wrong?"
Dwayne opened his mouth to bring up all the times, but thought better of it and shut his mouth again.
" 'Kay Dwayne, you mix now." Kurt ordered Dwayne, who began mixing the substance as Kurt was measuring four (eight) cups of sugar and slowly pouring it in.
When they stopped, they looked at the...dough.
"It looks a little thin..." Dwayne muttered out loud, scratching his head. "I think we needed those eggs..."
"Nonsense! We just need some more flour!" Kurt laughed, pouring the rest of the bag in. Dwayne blinked twice and continued stirring the now thick goo.
They admired their handy work for a minute, then Kurt glanced at Dwayne.
"Now, I pour in all the chocolate chips, and you stir them in." And with that he poured in three quarters of the chips into the mixture, and ate the rest.
Dwayne glared at him. "Why didn't I get any?" He snapped.
"What? I didn't eat anything!" He protested, his mouth full of chocolate. Dwayne rolled his eyes and began stirring.
Kurt laughed up at a blonde guy across the counter from him, who was carefully pouring the chocolate chips into a mixture, that only took up about half the bowl with his partner. He looked up and glared at Kurt.
"What?" He asked in frustration.
"You call THAT cookie dough? That meager amount couldn't make three cookies! You suck!" He mocked him.
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" He yelled a little too loudly at Kurt, who stumbled back a foot in shock.
"He yelled at me." He told Dwayne quietly, so the other guy wouldn't hear him.
Dwayne raised an eyebrow at Kurt. "Yeah, I think he knew that. You didn't have to whisper." Dwayne told him.
"Well, DO something!" He whined. Dwayne sighed in frustration and looked at the other guy.
"Please don't yell like that. It's really obnoxious." He told him without remorse.
"Oh, yeah?" The blonde boy asked in an annoyed voice, tilting his head a bit, and crossing his arms.
"Yeah!" Dwayne exclaimed, stepping forward.
"Really!?" He exploded, then pushed Kurt and Dwayne's dough into the sink next to them.
Kurt shrieked loudly, and sank onto the floor, his eyes wide, as Dwayne watched the goo slide down the sink.
"Yeah, yeah you LIKE that!?" The blonde yelled again, throwing an egg at Dwayne. Dwayne ducked out of the way, and the egg proceeded to sail across the room.
Dwayne turned around, his eyes wide, just in time to see the guy leap across the counter and tackle him to the floor, yelling something indistinguishable.
After about four minutes of rolling around and slugging each other in the face, the teacher managed to pull them apart and stand them up.
"Ken! Dwayne! What are you two thinking!" He shouted at them.
They both pointed at Kurt and started babbling. Kurt was by now standing up and amongst the crowd that had gathered to watch the fight.
"Okay, you first!" He ordered Ken, who launched back into his story.
"That idiot started in on my cookie dough! He said it sucked! So, I told him to shut up, and then this guy started to tell me that I was annoying! So, I threw an egg." He explained.
"You threw an egg!?" The teacher asked him.
"Yes. At his head." Ken said smugly, glaring at Dwayne. "And then I attacked him."
The teacher looked at him in shock that he had admitted to this, but shook his head slowly, then looked to Dwayne.
"Is this story true?" He asked. Dwayne nodded.
"That just about sums it up...Except he killed the cookie dough. It's down the drain."
"Okay, you two have one more chance...there's been a...situation in the office, so...I'll give you instructions what to get from the kitchen...Ken, you have to help." He then told Ken, who sneered at Kurt, who was pretending to ignore him. He handed them a slip of paper.
"You figure out what you need from this list, okay? Now go!" He shouted, as the three boys took off running.
When they got to the kitchen, they all began looking for items on the list.
"This is so stupid!" Ken growled as he searched the cupboards for flour. Soon he dug out a bag.
"Well, it's your fault you had to go dump it into the sink..." Dwayne snapped back.
"Why..." Kurt said quietly, remembering the lost cookie dough, as he pulled out a jug of what he thought was water. What it really was, was vinegar.
"We need sugar." Ken told them, as Kurt pulled out three plain white bags, which, little did he know, was salt.
"I'm pretty sure this is sugar." Kurt said, throwing it onto the counter beside the flour.
"Milk." Dwayne shouted from the fridge, and tossed a container of milk out.
Kurt looked at the milk, which read soy bean milk, but he didn't notice. " Do we need milk?" He groaned, and started to put it back, but Ken snatched it from him.
"Of course we need milk! What are you, an idiot?" He snapped, putting it onto the pile of ingredients.
"Whatever... okay...I remember something about vanilla extract when my mom was making cookies...they'd taste good with vanilla." Kurt told Dwayne.
"Well that's stupid." Dwayne laughed, grabbing a bottle with brown liquid. "This is that crap isn't it?" He asked, putting it with everything else.
Ken grabbed a couple of bags of chocolate chips, and turned to Kurt and Dwayne. "One of you idiots, grab eggs from the fridge."
Kurt and Dwayne glanced at each other.
"Um...eggs? That would be pretty gross, wouldn't it?" Dwayne coughed.
Ken stared at them with a look of mixed pity/disgust, but Dwayne continued.
"Like, what if there was a fried egg poking out of your cookie?" Dwayne groaned, as Kurt shuttered.
"Well, that's why you stir it dumbass." Jim said flatly from the door.
"Woah, Jim, what are you doing here?" Kurt asked as Jim pushed past him.
"This is where I come to smoke. What are you doing, making cookies or something?" He asked sarcastically, as Kurt nodded.
"That's exactly what we're doing."
Jim stared blankly at them for a second, and grabbed the vanilla extract. He opened it up and smelt it.
"God damn! This is soy sauce! What kind of cookies are you making?" He gagged, tossing the extract back onto the pile.
Dwayne rolled his eyes. "That's vanilla extract dumbass!"
Jim looked at Ken, who grinned and put a finger to his lips, as if to say 'Let them figure it out themselves.'
Jim nodded, then looked around.
"Okay, get out, I don't want to be seen." He sneered, pushing all three of them out the door and slamming it shut.
"Well, we put them into cookie shapes, and cook them. So, you guys do that, I'm going to go do something worthwhile." Ken explained slowly, then walked off.
"What a grouch..." Kurt muttered, then took a handful of the...'dough', and began moulding it into the shape of the cookies..
When they finished, they popped the chocolate chip cookies into the oven, following the directions perfectly.
"Well that wasn't too hard..." Kurt yawned, as they walked over to talk to Andrew and Mike, who were partners.
Near the end of the class, the oven's bell rang, signifying that the cookies were done. Kurt and Dwayne rushed over to the oven.
Kurt ripped the oven door open, as Dwayne reached in, and wrapped his hands around the tray.
It took five seconds to notice the sudden rush of stabbing pain to his hands as they began scalding on the pan.
Dwayne's eyes widened as he screamed loudly, and fell backwards, his hands infront of his face, burnt and throbbing, the sting becoming progressively worse.
"I'm melting!" He screeched crumpling to the floor, as Kurt dumped water from the sink onto him.
"You retard, that's what the oven mits are for!" Kurt yelled, hitting him with one of them.
"You wear those on your hands??? I thought they were hats..." He muttered, looking upwards at the oven mit on his head.
Kurt snatched it off of his head, and placed it on his hand along with the other one in the pair, and brought the tray out.
"They're beautiful..." Kurt whispered in awe, as their teacher admired them.
"Very good job, now, when they cool down, you can pick you gets to test them out. What about Ken?" He then asked Ken, who put his hands infront of him and shook his head.
"It's quite all right, really." Ken assured him and backed up.
Trish raised her hand. "I'll try them guys!" She giggled, as the teacher nodded, and motioned her to come forth.
Dwayne started to giggle madly. Kurt looked at him oddly. "What?" He asked harshly, as Dwayne leaned to the side a bit.
"She's going to try our cookies..." He whispered, as Kurt rolled his eyes.
Keep in mind, these cookies are made of...
3. Soy Bean Milk.
6. Soy sauce.
7. eight year old chocolate chips.
Trish stepped forward, and grabbed one of the cookies, and took a small bite, chewed for a second, her face holding a strained smile.
Kurt's shoulders dropped. "They're awful aren't they?" He sighed.
She shook her head. "They're not awful, they're..." Before she could finish, she swooned and fainted.
"Well, you really blew that one, didn't you, dumbasses?" Ken laughed, a Kurt and Dwayne sneered up at him.