"Westjail" - Chapter 6

"Hey, William" Johnathon Nelson called out.

"Hey" William called back to him.

"Wait up" he called back to him.

He caught up to them, the more the merrier!

Suddenly a shriek was heard across the school grounds.

"What's up?" William asked Christa Andrepont as she ran outta the girl's bathroom.

"Go look in the girl's bathroom, wait, don't. Anyway somone killed Ruchi!! She is lying on the floor, facedown."

"Why would anyone kill Ruchi?" Stephen asked

"It was probably someone who couldn't pass the last test." Johnathon joked.

"Ok, I see you all want to laugh about it, why don't you go see for yourselves," Christa fussed.

"Ok whatever," Stephen said as all three of them walked out, quickly running out, all of the were panicking. Then they ran to the office to find a phone. I guess they weren't worried about the killer who was hiding next to the coke machine.

"I gotta get some water before I puke all over the place." William announced.

He ran to the water fountain, next to the teacher's lounge.

That's when the killer appeared.

Westjail's killer.

The killer snuck out to the side of the building and gagged William, all that was heard was a muffled "MhmmmH hm hmm mmh hmmm" as he was drug to the teachers lounge, unfortunately the killer forgot the knives next to Chris's body and was forced to strangle William. That wasn't a problem because if you've seen Heather in third, she had quite a choke hold. (Okay, I think you all know she is the killer by now...) So now we're bottom of the first, two men on bases, the pitcher's ready, and the batter's ready to swing.

"Oh my god, the phone line" Christa shrieked.

"Typical." Stephen said, with a foreshadowy grim look on his face.

"What happened to William?" Johnathan asked, hoping William was okay.

"He may have gone to the bathroom," Stephen told them. He was so cool, so calm, so...

Guilty

Yeah, the other have caught on, why isn't he worried at all. Both of them looked up at Stephen with a concerning look.

"Westjail" - Chapter 5

Three more victims, coming up. Yup, they were all spotted out of class. They were Kate O'Neal and Jeff Egbe. They were on their way to the office to call the police. They were running like heck, trying not to be killed themselves, but their faces looked as confused as Ru Paul looking a mirror and seeing herself wearing a jock strap. (Don't think too hard about this one, you'll have nightmares!) They had walked into the office and a strange odor hit them like Roseanne after seeing a thief take her turkey. (Okay, enough with the celebrity humor, this is supposed to be a murder mystery, not comedy.) They soon found out what the strange odor was when they say Chris Becker covered with it. He had a sinister grin on his face as he stood over a lifeless body, that which for security reasons - I can't tell you which administrator it was, but you have a vivid imagination. Kate and Jeff, thinking Chris was the killer back out of the office, shaking at the sight. However as Chris rose up to tell them he wasn't the killer, verbal reasoning didn't pay off. I think they knew he wasn't the killer from the large knife poking out of his midsection, sliding in and out, showing only a tip of gleaming red metal as the warm, crimson blood flowed out of him. Now, they felt a small amount of relief, for two reasons, one: they knew Chris wasn't the killer, and two: they didn't have to go to the restroom anymore. They were almost too scared to run, but they weren't stupid, they hauled outta that office but...the killer had a little "sumthin', sumptin'" up thier sleeve; a secon later, unfortunately, Kate and Jeff had a little "sumptin', sumptin'" up in their backs. This killer is a real back-stabber, huh? On schedule the bell rand to signal the end of first hour. Joy Guerin, Byrolynn Belvitt, Andrew Olsen, and Rebecca Vincent weren't going anywhere anyway because they all had Mrs. Hanley first hour and second hour. But now, for a change, no one was going anywhere. All the students banged and pushed at the doors but no one escaped. They were trapped, where it was a little safer. the killer was having a grand ol' time. The killer found their next victims. All four came from the science ramp. There were able to leave because the killer bolted all the doors but Mr. Whelan's.

"Yo Stephen wait up" William, one of the victims, cried out.

"You'd better hurry up man, I gotta go to Spanish." He replied

"I gotta go to French class."

"I hate French."

"Sho ya right!" William gave his trademark phrase and continued to walk to class.

Too bad he didn't continue to live.

"Westjail" - Chapter 4

Welcome to Westjail.

Yes, this person, to be politically correct, has taken all of the students on an afterschool ride to the afterlife. With the doors bolted, and all the eigth graders targeted, it was going to be hell. Not like it never has been, but now the fun was going to begin.

Oh goody!

Too bad for the thirteen students out in the hallway, because they weren't as safe as the students behind the bolted doors. Let's visit contestant number one, because, unfortunately for them, the murdered was coming out of the office, after taking care of a little 'paperwork', Heh, heh, you wanted a certain someone knocked off, and this little Leprechan gave you your wish. Anywho, a lucky Kejuana Sibley was just leaving class to bring her cheerleading money to Ms. Foster's class, but those plans were cancelled. You see, the killer hadn't had time to go lock up on the science ramp and was en route to lock it up. Kejuana walked out of her classroom and headed back towards Mr. Whelan's room, but she never made it because the killer saw her and was furious someone tried to 'escape', so the killer reached for a long, skinny, sharp, knife and threw it. Kejuana let out a soft moan before she collapsed, but right before she died, she heard one last word.

"Hoochie."

"Westjail" - Chapter 3

Not only did Alix not hear the answer...

Sean never gave it.

He sought the same answer though as the knife was slowly pulled out of his back, an inch away for his spine. If only...maybe he could've lived, but, oh well!! We have a saying for mishaps like this, en francais, C'est la vie! Here's one more saying for the French impaired 'If ya don't know, you better ask somebody, Baby' a little quote from 'Da Brat'. Anyway, back to the murders.

Surprisingly, a class cutter wasn't the first to see the bodies. The first was Danielle Bennett. Ms. Thomas asked her to post the attendence sheet outside the door for someone to pick it up. Conveniently, Ms. Thomas' room was across from Ms. Timmerick's and Danielle wasn't blind. Put two and two together, followed by a scream, a stab and fleeing footsteps later, Danielle, Alix, and Sean were all found dead. Oh, thought the murderer, (and you thought you were schizophrenic) anyway, the murderer was thinking, It's time for lockdown at Westjail.

"Westjail" - Chapter 2

A month had passed after that little 'incident'. Exactly enough time for everyone to have partially gotten over Rue's death.

"Wow," Meagan began, "everyone's left us. Steven's gone, Crystal, Brandon…," she paused, and shuttered, before saying, "Rue."

"Yeah," Arielle said, adding, with a grin, "so when are you going to leave?"

"That's not funny" Meagan replied in a babyish voice as she left the gym to go to Mr. Whalen's room.

Three Minutes Later (Time Relevence)

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!

The familiar sounds of the beginning of class was heard by all of the students; most dashed into their first hour classes. Let's visit Ms. Timmerick's room to catch up with out next victim character before the door closes. You'd better hurry. WOW! That door looked like it hit you hard. Did it hurt? Okay, off second person and on with the story.

"Dorian, lemme see you homework" Alix begged.

"You should've done it last night" Dorian said rolling her eyes.

"I had to go to the George Strait concert," Alix smiled as she talked.

"Well, that's too bad, ain't it?" Dorian fussed, but it didn't discourage Alix, she just walked up to her next contestant and asked, "Marie, may I see your homework, please?!"

"Okay, but you'd better hurry up, you might get caught," Marie contested.

"Don't worry, I've got a plan" Alix assured her and began step one of her scheme.

"Summed up, she asked Ms. Timmerick if she could go to the bathroom. On the way, she placed a sheet of loose-leaf onto the wall, her it's a flat surface, and reached into her yellow anorak and pulled out Marie's homework. There she began to copy it, but where she's going…she won't need homework. Unbeknownst to her, however, she was about to be busted.

"Doing your homework, huh Alix?" a familiar voice asked her.

"Yeah, um," she said as she turned towards her greeter, but she only caught a glimpse of him, even though she knew that voice indistinctly, because at that instant, she slowly fell to the ground, glaring at the odd, awkward face he was making.

"Why Sean?" she asked before she collapsed, but she never heard the answer.

"Westjail" - Chapter 1

“Girl” Rukhaya Singleton stated, “my party is gonna be ‘the bomb’! Everybody gon’ be there. I even invited yo’ boy, Larry.”

“Don’t even go there,” Lakeisha said, quickly adding, “look, I gotta go meet somebody. Bye.”

“Probably Larry” Rukhaya, or Rue for short, joked.

“Hey Rukhaya,” Melodie Benford greeted as she walked on to join her friends.

However, in another group
“Girl, did you see Kejuana at that dance, Saturday. That girl did more popping than a Independence Day parade.” That was Heather Johnson’s voice. “She know she didn’t need to be dancing like that…there go that little hoochie right there.”

“Hey ya’ll,” Kejuana said, “what’s up?”

“Nothing much, we were just talking about the dance.” Christy Malbrew informed her.

“Oh, Kejuana, that outfit you had on at the dance was ‘off the hook’!” Heather commented.

“Thank you girl, I gotta go find Stephen to talk about our report, I’ll see ya’ll later.”

“Hoochie” Heather whispered.

“She didn’t look hoochie,” Monica Clark stated.

“Anyway,” Heather argued.

Suddenly, Stephanie Kocher screamed.

“What’s wrong with you,” Michael Drew asked. Then Austin Gunning peeked his head in. He was the closest to the Band Building; he asked the same question as Michael.

“Look.” She stated and in an instant, they panicked too.

“Oh my god, that’s Rue.” Michael screamed.

“Oh, man! We gotta go get somebody” Austin began, but certain ‘somebodies’ were already there.

“Is she dead?” Stephanie asked making a lot of the kids standing there give her a ‘stupid slap’, because they all saw the knife; there was only a quarter of its length not in the body. Millions of screams followed her question as more and more kids gathered around the building. The sirens cut through their shouts as the police finally arrived – you’d think in this kind of neighborhood, the cops could’ve shown up before she was officially dead. I guess Krispy Kreme’s ‘Hot Doughnuts Now’ sign wasn’t plugged up. When the cops did get there and trudged towards the building, what they feared had occurred…A juvenile homicide. They called off the paramedics and interrogated Stephanie, Austin, and Mike, and even Ms. Hunt about the incident. Well, one thing was for sure; she was stabbed to death. But the funny thing was, no one heard screaming and there was no sign of a struggle. Who could’ve done something this brutal…? And why didn’t the killings stop just there?

"Westjail" - Prologue

Roach.

One way to rename the students of Westdale Middle School. Small, little creatures in a crummy, boring establishment of many linked buildings.

These “roaches” scatter to and from these buildings while the queen cockroach intimidates them to fearfully follow the rules.

However, with what little knowledge, these “roaches” are independent by spirit. Okay, enough with this boring crap, on with the story!!

“No Laun, I will not go out with you. Anyway, you know I talk to Wendell.”

“Come on, Lakeisha. Oh, forget it,” Laun replied, giving up his persistence, “see ya”

They both walked out of the hallway and into their first hour classes.

“Everybody, into this classroom, now!” Mrs. Hanley’s voice filled the hallway, “I need it silent in this classroom. This is Journalism not Basic Communication. Chasity, Kristi, Tyra, come into this classroom at once. If you are still in the hallway when the bell rings, don’t bother to come into this classroom.”

Meanwhile
“Oh my God!” Gina Cutforth screamed lowly at the sight of a picture of a magazine, “He is soooooo fine.”

“He isn’t that fine, Gina.” Casey Rutherford told her, “he kinda looks like Dominic, but older.”

“Ewww……..bad thought” Gina said sarcastically.

While in Ms. Thomas’ room
“Take out your books” she tells her students, “and turn to page two thirty-three. Who want to read? Okay, read Marlin”

“Huey Pierce Long wasn’t like the politicians before him. He looked…” She read, but two others felt there was something more important to do than read along.

“Psst…”Lakeisha,” Arielle whispered, “Lakeisha, here girl” she added throwing the note to Lakeisha. It read…

“Are you going to the party, Friday?”

Lakeisha wrote back

“Is Mr. Whelan going to wear a tie, today?”

Speaking of Mr. Whalen, let’s visit his room, where students fight off the morning sleepiness…

One student, Joha Harrison, lost that fight before round one. He was knocked out, literally.

Mr. Whalen began, “What is it, that has a different amount of electrons than protons? William?”

“Uh, an isotope?” William asked

“No, but close. Not an isotope but an….Joha, can you finish it?”

“Huh…what?” Joha asked waking up to the nightmare of science.

“Joha” Mr. Whalen began “I can’t believe you fell asleep in the most interesting class in the world.”

“Hmmm” Joha retorted, “I’m tired from all the fun and excitement!”

Well that was the way it was, basically, in class. But it gets even better, because that was class, not relationships. Oh…lives were about to change.