It was Monday. Everyone knows what Monday means, the WORST day of the week. Nicole slumped there on her seat in class, chewing the tip of her pencil and staring outside the window of gloomy sunshine, when her teacher called her for a board demonstration. Nicole was a very productive girl and intelligent student so she knew what the class was doing even if she was daydreaming or beaten about the bush. She got up and started scribbling a geographical diagram with her whiteboard marker when she heard a snicker and giggle from the far right. She turned around.
"What?" She demanded and gave her usual frown. The giggles increased.
"It's alright Nicole." Mr. Evangalo grinned. "Ignore them like nothing's gonna happen."
"I don't know how many times you've told me that but you're not helping." Nicole scowled.
"Um..." The teacher said uncomfortably, "I meant-just carry on!"
"Hi sir," came a random voice from the door, "I have a...message for you."
Nicole turned around, still in a frowning face and position, and discovered Cal with glasses and a red sweater leaning by the door frame and holding a slip. Nicole's heart skipped a beat and she dropped the pen she held while staring at him, not realizing she was doing a board demonstration and that the teacher was calling her whilst the whole class collapsed with laughter.
"NICOLE BOSTOCKS!"
"What?" Nicole straightened and faced the class, who was half dead on the floor.
"I've been calling you because Cal has brought you a note from the office!"
"Cal?"
"Never mind him! The point is that the note says..."
Nicole had no idea what the teacher said next but all she did was glare at Cal's brilliant face covered in freckles, his sharp nose which looked contoured, his forehead which was tanned, his cute huge glasses (which clearly had no prescription), his slicked-up mousse hair and his wonderful lips which naturally pouted and blossomed. Distracting her romance mood, a rude wolf whistle was heard.
"Ha ha!" Yelled someone whose last 'ha' was longer and ruder. "Someone's in LOVE!"
"With who?" A girl's voice said. "Cal?"
"Ooooo!"
"Yuk! Yuk no, no, no! Better to have Justin Beiber kissing his mum!"
"That is so gross..."
And when Nic turned to the teacher, he passed on the note to Cal and apologized and Nic's eyes fell on Cal's lips again. As the teacher got out for a bathroom break, Cal was making gross and vomiting faces as a reaction to people's comments about Nic's feelings for him. Mr. Evangalo came back and ordered for Cal to leave, when Cal finally looked at Nic and smiled awkwardly then walked away.
...
Madame Rachel Bostocks was in her own office in NBU: so believed by everyone to be Northern Bernadette University, but that wasn't the real name. Rachel sat lazily on her cushioned throne, desperate for her revenge on Nicole Bostocks. She knew everything. Everything that has been going on the past 25 years or so. She knew how to control people, put them in place, make them do things and at that moment, she realized the relationship that built up around Nicole. Rachel had longed for revenge for so long that it involved poor Nicole who did not even have anything to do with her. She thought everyday about the old revenge and the late revenge. Rachel wasn't the type of person who conquered for money, she was the type who would die if she didn't get back her revenge. She thought and thought and thought of the small story that started all this in her childhood, which then increased to a nearly-finished novel. The unfinished bit was Nicole, then the novel was complete.
"Ma'am, it's Frenzie."
"How eez she?"
"She's fine. I locked up the door and all her windows."
"Where'z my zon?"
"Oh he did help me too-"
"Where'z my zon?"
"I don't know he was following me-"
"I won't rrrrepeat. Where'z my zon?"
Mrs. Frenzie sighed, "He went back to his class ma'am."
"I told 'eem to come 'errre!"
"Ma'am, he had no choice. It's his big exam today and-"
"Shut up, you're not eento zis bizness."
There was a knock on the door and Rachel's son came marching without his mum even allowing him to enter. He was grumpy and he pushed over the pile of test papers on the desks and spat on his mum's face.
"Why did you expel him?"
"Expel 'oo?"
"Don't play dumb with me ma'am, you're the founder of this school."
"Exactly," smirked the woman. "I 'ave nozing to do wiz ze ztudentz' ztatuz."
"You ordered for him to be expelled, why? He was my best friend, my only friend who felt like my only family!"
"'ee disobeyed me!"
"It's always about you isn't it Rachel? You get rid of people or harm them because of your orders! I know you tried it again!"
"Tried VAT?"
"You tell everyone to kill these certain people, your relatives I think, and if they fail, they die! Metaphorically and literally! You're so revengeful! You're always after poor Nicole and YOU REALLY WANT TO KILL HER-"
"What's going on?" the school chief janitor entered the office with a mop. "Who's killing what?"
"Vat do you vant?" Frenzie ordered.
"Um... Jane! You know my son, I mean teenagerrrs nowvadays! Drrrugs, moodsveengs, muttering nonsenze and all zat kind of stuvv. Surrrely you von't...rrreport me?" And when she said the last two words, her eyes widened threateningly.
"Well...no. But I'm pretty sure I heard someone killed someone. I'll ask my question tomorrow then." Then she exited the office.
"Keep zat voice of yourrrs down Jean-Paul!"
"You know what?" said Jean but quieter, "I wish dad was still alive. I know you killed him but you won't admit."
"Jean! 'Ow could you? 'ee died becuz of azma! Jean! Jean! Tu ne sortez pas!"
Jean-Paul raced to the orphanage that afternoon and entered surprisingly to see Andie. He knocked on Nic's door and hoped she didn't mind his dirty uniform. Nic opened the door and let him in, even when Jean knew she was gloomy.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Girl problem JP. Wish I could tell you."
"Then why don't you? I'm your best friend right?"
Nic thought about Jess again then said, "JP have YOU heard of Jess so far?"
"No." JP said too quickly he thought his lie was given away. "No I never heard of Jess. I even tried to go to her apartment but-"
"Wait!" Nic suddenly exclaimed excitedly. "That's it! JP, please take me to her apartment!"
"Nic, I said I tried to. I didn't even know the...directions to her house. My mum cut off her communication lines because she is unable to be contacted."
"Oh," Nic sighed again and went back to telling her story about Cal.
"Cal again? That guy thinks he can act older than me when he's younger by 2 years. Why d'you like him Nic?"
"Look JP you repeated year 12 3 times so he's actually five years younger than you."
"Oh my God Nic why do you always bring up that stupid topic? My mum forced me to because she wants me for something and I don't know what it was she wanted for these past years."
"Come on I'm just teasing you 'baguette'!" Nic tickled JP.
"Bug off 'jersey'!" JP howled with laughter and fell on the carpet.
"Why do you always call me Jersey?"
"Because you look like you came from New Jersey."
"How do you know?"
"That's what I think." JP was a master at lying. "Anyway, unfortunately Nic I have to get going. I just came by to cheer myself up and hopefully cheer you up so, farewell my forgiving maiden."
"Ditto to you, my sorrowless sire!" They both giggled. "Oh, and JP, give Andie a wedgie will you?"
"That was exactly what I was thinking of."
...
Not too far away, but still in New York, a woman sat in a coffee shop thinking of her dead husband for what seemed to be the billionth time. This was her daily routine to cheer her up, but it just made her more depressed, and she seemed quite happy to live alone in a hotel (since her friend was a hotel manager she was given a free stay forever). Not only thinking about her husband, this woman remembered having a child who was taken by someone. However, she was then injected with Alzheimer's sickness for some reason, and she never knew this. She just didn't understand why she didn't remember any details but she was told she had a son. She was told the name was Timothy Pennings, called after her husband, so she assumed her surname was Pennings. All she remembered were two things: her husband and her name, Sherry Faith Pennings.
That day, Sherry had a talk with her only friend, the hotel manager, at the hotel rooftop restaurant. She wanted to talk about her family again.
"Sorry to disturb you Venize," Sherry apologized again, "I was just so bored in my room. Glad you had time."
"Let me guess," said Venize as she sipped her mango juice, "you want to know more about your family?"
"Yup."
"I don't know why I didn't tell you this but there was this fat lady and she told me everything about you, like you know, everything I've told you like your age, family and stuff, and I can't remember her name!"
"Have I seen her before?"
"Definitely not! She's so obese and she has this French accent and a weird smirk! She says she has your birth certificate! I asked her who she was and she said she was the doctor's assistant who injected you with Alzheimer's stuff and-"
"Injected me what?!"
"I didn't tell you? Gosh. Alright so there was this experiment this doctor did, according to the French fattie, and he tested you because you were somehow his enemy and he wanted to see if his injection worked. His injection contained a poison that made people forget huge amounts of their past, like Alzheimer's really, and miss French fattie said it was illegal. This French woman said that she pitied you, she knew you couldn't possibly deserve to have all your memories driven away so she kept all your information and birth certificates and that, then when she saved it all you were gone. So yeah."
"And you expect me to believe this?"
"Fine. We'll go one day and find French fattie."
