GIDEON

Gideon exited his bland house and started on his way to school. Gideon lived on an ordinary, commonwealth street. He walked to school finally arriving after a thirty minute walk.

He lofted up to his locker on the fourth floor. He was busy in thought as he dispensed his things that he didn't hear his friend sneak up. Said friend grabbed his hoodie and pulled it over his head. “Gotcha” he yelled.

Gideon only sighed. This was his one friend that he didn't like. He always just hung with his group. “Hi Jackery”. Their was only one word to describe Jackery, Asshole. His jokes range from racism to pure insult.

Not wishing to have to converse much he closed his locker and turned to Jackery.“Let's go to class”. They then left to enter their class’s.

Two minutes later Gideon was on his way to his math class.  He was deep in thought after a comment Jackery said during their walk to their class. “ Don't talk, you're actually retarded”. He wondered if others saw him as such. He knew he wasn't the smartest person around.

It's not that Gideon is dumb. It's just that he finds most classes are useless. He considers himself to actually be pretty smart. It's just that he can't show his intelligence in his everyday school life. That and he is anti-social.

He walked into his math portable and sat in his designated seat. He doesn't have any real friends in this class so he instantly went into his antisocial mode.

Ten minutes passed and Gideon was half asleep. His teacher just drones on about theorems and formulas, not explaining a thing and just writing on the board.  

Gideon could tell that he was not the only one. As he looked around he could see that half the class was tired too. And who can blame them, Mr. Stuart was that one teacher who didn't care. And even he was starting to yawn.

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Gideon felt tired, He looked around one last time, He didn't want to be the only one sleeping, that would ruin his image. He saw to his surprise that over half the class was out.

Laughing he was about to close his eyes when he suddenly heard a thump from the front of the portable. Gideon being a light sleeper was instantly up. He was on his feet in no time.

As he looked around though no one else was moving. He saw his teacher sprawled out at the front of the class. Shocked he went up to his teacher to try and wake him.

Trying to wake him, Gideon was shaking him profusely.  When there was no reaction Gideon tried yelling at him. Mr. Thanson didn't even budge.

With no luck Gideon thought about his options. Should he continue trying to wake everyone, Or should he leave to get help. Gideon contemplated his options for a few seconds, Then made his choice.

He ran out the portable and down the path that lead to his school. There were four other paths that equally led to the four other portables but he knew that better help would be at the school. He came to the end of the path and saw no one, typical. It was the middle of class.

He then ran up to his school. He entered the school and quickly marvelled at the sight. His school wasn't necessarily nice but it did look beautiful. It had a large Hallway that could fit two cars. The walls were coloured white and all the lockers, doors and window sills were all black.

Gideon quickly snapped back to focus, He was going to the office.  He ran down the hall a bit till he came in front of it. He opened the door, expecting to see Mrs. Dunlop. But unfortunately she to was out cold.

He would have been shocked but he expected it. He reached for her phone on her desk. He put the phone up to his ears and was about to click 911 when he heard a sound behind him. It sounded like a guttural growl. Low than bubbling up.

He turned just as it swung its arms at him.

He was hit over the head and flew down, knocking his head on the desk edge. On the ground now he looked up to see it looking at him. It was the other secretary, She looked at him like he was alien as he did the same.

Her eyes were wide open and looked weird, The eyes looked like they were in the dark. The irises or whatever were larger. And every few seconds they would dart around. He was about to cuss when he passed out in a puddle of his own blood.