Calvin was always being called into detention. He really wasn't a bad kid. Just sort of awkward. Most of middle school had left him the odd man out. Then one day he wrote a story about Mr. Fredericks having a night life as a pimp.
It was about three pages long and full of imagination. Although it was very vulgar, even the other teachers had to surpress a giggle at the mention of the dark tale.
It did not end with the math teacher. Calvin was picked for the teams in gym class, he had friends. Only after a couple of weeks, nobody cared. So he churned out a few more. Mr. Carlson was a transvestite, the school nurse Edna Pearson was a serial killer. Tracy Bollis was an alien from another planet and Miguel Perez had a tale and was part fox.
Calvin's stories were unbelievable but still entertaining. As he wrote one about the principal, the tv got too loud. So he turned it off and went to grab a soda. His head hurt from all the noise. When Calvin's parents weren't home he put music on to not feel so alone.
The notebook was nowhere to be found. The one he put his stories on. So he grabbed some of his parent's stationary. Then he got a piercing pain behind his eye. It hurt so much he actually started crying.
The next day he called and Calvin's mom took him to the doctor. The whole day his friends kept texting him to write more stories. He decided to post them online and that way he wouldn't risk get in trouble for using the school printer.
He started having nightmares after that. Mr. Fredericks would show up in garrish attire. His yellow and purple suit bright and shiny.
"Your daddy didn't teach you no manners, son. Only thing worse than bitches is snitches", Mr. Fredericks hissed.
For the next two weeks he was afraid to sleep.
"I'd like you to meet a special guest. Carla, come on down. Walk real pretty for me!"
Right as Mr. Fredericks took an exagerrated bow, Mr. Carlson came out in a red nightgown. He did a supermodel walk and posed.
"Is this what you wanted to see?", Mr. Carlson said as he fluttered his eyelashes.
So Calvin refused to sleep. He would force himself awake only to succumb on the school bus or sitting down for lunch.
At the doctor's office he nodded off in the waiting room. The school nurse jostled him awake.
"You can't miss the show! Don't tell Mr. Fredericks I'm here. It has to be a surprise." , Nurse Edna.
Just as Mr. Fredericks walked in Nurse Edna swung a mallet at his knee. Then she brought it down on his head and was splattered with blood by each blow.
This new addition made his dreams even more terrifying. Nurse Edna would kill both teachers then try to get Calvin. He would startle everyone when he finally screamed himself awake.
He mumbled to himself while he slept so all the people in his school figured he believed his own stupid stories.
During a fire drill, Tracy Bollis told him sternly to wake up. He must have fallen asleep in science class.
"Sit Down, Calvin", his teacher said.
"Did I Fall asleep? I'm sorry.", Calvin croaked.
"Yes, I think you finally are sorry.", she said. Then she opened her mouth wide and her toungue lolled out onto the floor. Unrolling slowly until it reached him. He was too scared to move as it slithered up and wrapped itself around his neck. The wet feeling slowly enveloped him and constricted until he saw black.
He woke up Ms. Bollis was standing over him. As she crouched down to meet his gaze, her body crunched until she hovered over him.
"Calvin, it's not nice to make up stories about people. I know you didn't it, right. Especially not the one about me. Right? You're never going to do that again. RIGHT?"
She lightly flicked his cheek. Stood up and walked away.