Clueless Teens

Chapter 2

The students went inside the cafeteria, collecting multicolored trays like they normally do for the lunch hour. Ms. Hildegard plopped some strange foods on their trays one by one. The students are displeased they can't even get a decent evening meal away from home, let alone lunch in general from the repulsive cafeteria grub. The students went out of the cafeteria and Timothy stood before them.

"You'll sit in order of your grades from freshmen, sophomores, juniors and seniors," Timothy instructed. "Please be seated."

The students sat at a table together in order of their grades. Marty looked a little lost though of where to sit. Timothy walked over and poured Leslie some sparkling water in one of the school plastic cups. Marty then walked over and noticed the peanut allergy table close toward them.

"Is this place for you?" Marty asked Timothy as he took his seat.

"Oh, no, sir," Timothy replied. "I'm merely a humble child of members of the PTA."

"And what exactly does that make you in social status?" Marty asked.

"If I get bullied by anyone, I'll tell my parents and they'll tell the principal to get anyone expelled." Timothy simply said.

"Which means what?" Marty prompted.

"If you bully me I'm responsible for you being suspended or expelled from school and you won't go to college, then get a job and you'll spend the rest of your pathetic, peasant life on the streets while I laugh with my high education values and mock you via Twitter." Timothy stated, sounding annoyed, like the only student willing to learn unlike the others in the classroom.

"Well, why are we here?" Eileen asked. "I was told in a text that I would earn extra credit or a grade lift on my report card."

"Surely extra credit can't mean a whole lot for you borderline students." Timothy rolled his eyes. "Like I quoted for my monologue in Drama Class, 'ours is not reason why, ours is but to do and die'."

"Die?" Christopher's eyes widened.

"It's from a play, you simpleton." Timothy smiled wickedly like the student you know did something wrong when the teacher asks who did it.

"When not tossing the old pig skin around, I actually like that Kipling guy we read for literature class," Marty stated, glancing at Leslie. "Do you like Kipling, Leslie?"

"Sure, I'll eat anything that isn't this cafeteria crap." Leslie replied, foolishly.

Yvette came in the room with her lunchbox and sat in between Christopher and Marty. They couldn't help but stare. Christopher then held her close and snapped a picture of him with her with his cell phone and updated his Facebook status.

"Principal Boddy will be here soon." Timothy told everybody.

"Can we rebel against him? 'Cuz I wanna talk to him about those stupid pep rallies we have once a month!" Madeline sneered.

"Yeah, and only half an hour lunch? It takes me half an hour just to GET down to the cafeteria without being trampled by the riff raff!" Michael added.

"Why don't you talk amongst yourselves while I fetch the principal?" Timothy left the cafeteria.

Everyone watched him leave, then they stared at each other. Neither of them knew each other well in school. They all then slurped their gray soups which had some chunks in it. What the chunks were, they were too afraid to even ask. They all just ate in silence, and Eileen decided she should be the one to break the ice.

"Well, let's get someone to break the ice," Eileen stated after finishing her soup. "It might as well be me, I'm a member of the school debate team. I'm used to being social with other people, I host a lot of birthday parties at kid restaurants and my parents invite the neighbor kids since I don't have any friends since I'm socially awkward and sometimes in special ed. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing here or where I came from, or why I'm among peers since I tend to get claustrophobic and I'm allergic to several types of sugar and... this cafeteria isn't so bad once you get used to it in your digestive system in a few days which then goes to your esophagus and if you're lucky you don't spend your weekend with cafeteria food poisoning or diarrhea and... this is good, yes?"

Everyone sat in bewilderment, staring at the strange girl.

"So, umm... Eileen..." Madeline broke the silence. "You're a member of the school debate team?"

"Yes," Eileen replied. "I once went in to audition and they mistook my student file as a filibuster and they were so annoyed with me talking for long periods of time they let me join. It was either that or the school drama club where dreams get crushed and I'll never become an actress like in my dreams where I ride a flying unicorn with Leonardo DiCaprio bare backed and bare-chested with his flowing blonde hair in the graceful wind."

"That's interesting..." Marty tried to shut her up.

"I know who you are." Michael smirked.

"Aren't you doing to tell us?" Leslie glanced at him.

"What do you know about me?" Eileen nervously adjusted her glasses.

"I saw your post on Facebook which was about 8,000 words long." Michael showed his Facebook page on his Android phone where he had liked Eileen's status.

"You're in special ed, huh?" Christopher examined Eileen.

"Yes..." Eileen nodded, sheepishly. "I have borderline autism..."

"Well it's perfectly normal, I'm in some special classes myself with the speech therapist on Tuesdays during second period. I also help out in the room as a peer tutor."

"So, what? Do you hang around those ugly retard kids all day?" Leslie wrinkled her nose.

"I prefer you not to talk about them that way, they can't help themselves." Christopher darted his eyes at her.

"Are you a retard then?" Madeline droned.

"I'm not stupid, I'm special!"

"That's just what retards use as a bloody hell excuse."

"Boys are all stupid, wouldn't you agree, Eileen?" Leslie turned to the pale blonde girl.

Eileen just shrugged uncomfortably.

"So, what else do you do besides keep the retards in line, Christopher?" Madeline asked, still sounding deep down bloodthirsty.

"I'd like to get a date for prom sometime soon," Christopher turned to Leslie. "How 'bout it?"

"Oh, bugger off." Leslie snarled.

"YOLO."

"Ugh, not more text slang!" Marty groaned.

"Am I the only one who likes cafeteria food?" Michael asked as he spun his spoon in his gray soup.

"Yes." everyone deadpanned, making him feel awkward and small.

Timothy then walked in with hands behind his back with an older gentleman behind him.

"Boys and girls may I present the best principal in all the land, Principal Boddy?" Timothy warmly welcomed.

"Kiss ass!" Madeline fake coughed into her hand.

"What was that, young lady?" Principal Boddy asked.

"Nothing." Madeline rolled her silver eyes.

"How are all you doing on this fine evening in school?" Boddy asked with a smile.

"Why don't you sit down, Principal Boddy?" Timothy slithered.

"Thank you, one of my best students." Boddy sat down as Yvette came to his side. "Oh, hello Yvette, welcome to America. You liking our school so far?"

"It's okay." Yvette looked away, uncaringly as she had her tablet in her other hand.

"Got any milk?"

"In the back."

"Please get me some."

"Right away."

As Yvette left Boddy slapped the back of her pants, making her cry out on her way to the kitchen.

"Alright!" Eileen stood up. "I deserve to get a say in this now why have we all been dragged to this Hell hole of a school overnight?"

"Well, I believe you all saw the Tweet or Status update on Facebook," Timothy told them as he took out his phone and tapped the screen gently. "Siri, why are we all here?"

There was a small beep from the phone and the phone replied in a cold, snarky, female voice. "It will be your duty as good school students to attend to the School Lock In to be rewarded."

"My laptop said the same message." Michael pointed out.

"So, why are we here, sir?" Leslie demanded. "I cancelled a study date for this crap!"

"It's a special surprise, my students." Boddy smiled as Yvette came back with a carton of white milk. "Merci beacop, Yvette." Boddy took the French teenager's hand and kissed the back of it, but was very creepy about it more than like a gentleman. "As beautiful as your mother before you..."

"How do you know her mother?" Michael asked.

"Before her mother got arrested and she had no choice but to sign her daughter up for the foreign exchange program, we had a little history together when she came to visit America," Boddy squeezed Yvette's hand. "I'm practically her father..."

"Get off of me!" Yvette slapped his hand and took out a whistle from inside her shirt.

"Before we go any further, would anyone like hot fruit or stale dessert accompanied by the school cafeteria?" Timothy asked after Yvette left in extreme discomfort.

No one answered, but Timothy led them all to the school gym. All sports games for tonight were cancelled due to tonight's Lock In.