"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.