By GemHeart (KN, Fiction Club): Chapter Two:
I dreaded getting up for school that morning. I was always getting hassled by kids older than me until they got a fist right between the eyes, but even then they'd make fun of me and insult my intelligence. My parents always said that if I just paid attention in school that I would be making straight A's and get into Yale, yet I was scraping by with C's.
I was an Advanced Placement kid. I was whizzing by in 6th grade and above, so my teacher had me doing AP worksheets while he was teaching the rest of the class. Still, I had insisted to my parents that I wanted to still be a 6th grade student, so I could with kids my own age, but they wanted me in classes with 17 year olds. We came to the conclusion that my teacher, Mr. Y, would give me the harder work while being in the classroom setting I wanted. That's the privilege of being the granddaughter of the principal.
I got up that morning feeling rather grumpy. I pulled on a sweater, jeans, and combat boots. I dressed pretty emoish, and my dark brown shoulder-length hair added to that image. Once I was out the door, I made sure I had my backpack and my books, as well as the summer homework about Trig.
When I reached the classroom, Mr. Y greeted me cheerily, taking my homework. I was a little late, but he didn't mind. "Go grab a seat," he said. "It'll be yours for the year." The only one empty was near the back, close to the window.
As soon as I sat down, a few girls and boys began talking. A huge noise erupted from somewhere in the room, and Mr. Y turned about.
"Stupid heater," he said. "Give me a second, kids." He walked from the room, pointing at me. "You're in charge while I'm gone, Viviane." He smiled, and I walked up to his desk and sat down.
"How was your summer?" I asked everyone.
Immediately people started talking. Gary had went to camp, Lucy had been to an uncle's, and Vick had decided she would stay home. A few went on vacation, one even went to visit his rich aunt up in D.C. My summer wasn't as eventful, so I told them so.
"I mostly just studied." I said.
"Bookworm!" shouted one. Supposed to be a threat, I guess, but these 6th graders had some of the cleanest mouths I knew. No swearing in Mr. Y's classroom.
I laughed and stood up. Immediately, something that looked like a dark wave, travelling beneath the floor, started spreading quickly from under my feet. It hit the first row of students, then the next, and the next. It even traveled over to Mr. Y as he came in, and as it hit everyone, a terrible thing happened.
They began wilting like flowers. Skin dropped off and shriveled, and eyes rolled back until they were nothing but bony body bags. I looked around, alarmed, until I realized it had happened again.
My ability to rot away people just by touching them. But this was next level. I had discovered this when I was 6, and I had accidently killed the family cat by holding her too long. No one saw me kill her, and even the vet said it was a natural death: but I knew better. At first, it only worked on animals, but then it evolved into if I was near a person too long. Some people weren't affected, but many were. But this?
I had killed an either classroom of children without lifting a finger...
A girl rushed into the classroom, turning and locking it hastily. About what sounded like 4 pairs of fists pounded on the doors. The girl, who was slightly taller than me, had her tawny hair hoisted up in a high ponytail. She was wearing a teal tank top, jeans, white high-top Converse, and a terrified expression.
She had noticed.
All around me, the children lay on their desks, dead.