“Mister Samatron, wake up!” Mrs. Bloodshed, Advanced Placement calculus teacher tapped her long witch like finger nails on Grey’s desk. Grey starred at her behind blurry eyes until her petit velvet white suit came into focus, her long pale face swum before his eyes, before he noticed her eyes where widened with irritancy, likewise in the manner her lips pursed.

“I’ll see you after class,” she said smiling, her red painted lips reaching for each of her unpierced ears.

David from the other side of the classroom gave Grey the look, that said you could’ve fallen asleep in class another day.

David was repeating to class, for he’d failed it once, so naturally he’d sit back and play genius while the rest of them stumbled through the syllabus.

I bet college for Andro is fun, Grey mused to himself.

The sense of freedom, that releases you from the retarded high school box, he thought, nonetheless Andro and Nell would be meeting them at the pizza parlor for lunch across the street. So yet, all of the wasted time in Bloodshed’s class would make up for itself all in good time.

The bell broke the silence, snapping Grey from all sleepiness. He stepped forward, an Mrs. Bloodshed swept before him blocking him as everyone else grabbed their books and headed robotically for the door.

“Grey, why do you insist on sleeping in my class?”

Maybe, because I’ve been in combat with demons the previous night, he thought miserably before saying; “I really had a bad nightmare last night. So… You see, it’s been getting harder each day not getting up on the wrong side of the bed,” Grey said enhancing his story as he went on.

“For three nights?” she asked arching an eyebrow subspecialty, biting her lower lip.

Grey’s heart leaped, had he already told the story two times?!

“Happens?” Grey said shrugging.

“This is the last time!” she warned. Her hot read finger nails, clutching Grey’s right hand and left wrist simultaneously making him wonder If he should start screaming yet with her strange amber colored eyes bearing down upon him.

Indeed, she was either a vampire, or something not human, or the every other day Gothic sub-culture following high school instructor.

Grey left, the classroom after his brief Mrs. Bloodshed interrogation, to meet Jake and David who where waiting outside of the room door.

“I want to suck your blood,” Jake said growling like a cheap Halloween toy.

“You always have to take the fun out of it, don’t you?” Grey shot absentmindedly before the three headed onto their next class of American History.

“Pull up your pants,” the instructor Ms. Lexar the unmarried petit blond shot pointing to the seat of Jake’s pants that where riding low where his thighs only should have been.

“No dress code instated,” Jake said thriving on the enjoyment of temporary freedom of wearing his sagging pants, for some sort of row had gone down at the school board squeezing out school dress code for the time being.

“And you David, do not have this class until next period,” Lexar said baring entrance from David who muttered ‘aw man’ and skidded down the hall.

Jake and Grey hid him goodbye, before taking their usual seats in the front of the classroom, discussing how spells where far more interesting then the dead under their breaths so Mrs. Lexar wouldn’t understand what they where jabbering about.