An Interesting Day in Monster School

An Interesting Day in Monster School

I forgot my book in PS class on a Friday {where we read the whole period} so I decided to write instead. This is what came out. I don't particularly like it, but I don't post short stories here much, so I'm just like, hey why not.
Plus I wanted to try practicing writing in present tense, which I fail at in epic proportions.
Enjoy?

By E.E Taylor/Whatsername
Genre: Fantasy?

Today is Friday. Interesting day. Then again, for me, every day is interesting. Right now I'm sitting next to an alien, behind a gackle, across from a hydra and in front of the air conditioner. Welcome to my interesting day.

You see, I'm an ice monster. In every class I must sit in the back in front of the AC, 'cause otherwise, I'll melt. Ice monsters are pretty rare- I'm the only true one in the school, 'cept for that cute hydra across from me, but he's only half-ice. Which is cool, since we always need to be near each other. Y'know. Air conditioner. It's like a bond {Or maybe I just think of it as a bond, 'cause I wish it were a bond. NO I DO NOT LIKE THIS KID. Well maybe I do. 'K, I do}. Though if the AC turns off he just feels discomfort, he doesn't melt like I do. Sadface.

Anyway! The air conditioning is pumping full blast, annoying everyone else because it being summer aside, the area has to be like 30 degrees. It especially sucks because another totally hot fire-monster {And I mean that in both manners of thinking!} always sits as far from me as possible, since otherwise I may melt {Once again I must say in both ways of thinking. Hee hee!} and he may cool down and his fire'll go out. The witch sitting next to the gackle in front of me is shivering like mad, the warts on her cheeks vibrating. Not like she needs to be any goddamn colder. She hates my guts, I know it. The glares that she cuts me so obviously say, I know who you like, make one false move and I'll make your life hell. The gackle, of course, is oblivious- gackles are usually very nice but very ignorant in nature, and very, very loud. I told her about me liking Hydra once, and she'd just shrugged like, well, duh.

Okay, time to stop explaining my boring lifestyle and focus on math class... Hey look, my mummy friend Mona is raising her hand. WTF, I don't get this problem at all. Screw it. Back to writing. I can look all this shit up in the textbook later.

"Icey! Icebelle! Hey!"

"Huhh?"

"Teacher's coming! Get your head out of your ass, she'll turn the AC down if she catches you!"

Ahh, good old X the alien. Ms. Grem, our gremlin math teacher, is stricter than strict. You think your teacher sucks? She practically tries to kill us if we disobey her. She once turned the AC down so low I wasn't just uncomfortable, I was MELTING. Fo srs. Eventually I'd answered the problem, but still.

Hah! The robot in the corner got caught instead. He never pays attention. Always has his cap turned sideways, pants on the ground trying to act like a cool human. He wants to be a person sooo badly. Dumbass. We've all excepted the fact we're abnormal. Ms. Grem's taking him outside. I wonder what cruel punishment will be carried out. Maybe she'll loosen his bolts so he's all clanky for a day! That'd suck... a... hey...

Hey... I feel funny...

...Oh, shit...

The AC...

Oh my God I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die. I already hear the whirring slow, the coolness evaporating in the summer air. And now I feel the water slowly sliding off my skin, slowly... slowly... melting.

I scream. Naturally.

Hydra is the first to spring into action; He'd felt the AC turn off, too. "Someone call the janitor! We need this AC fixed, and fast!"

"Screw the janitor, we need a goddamn AMBULANCE!" Mona's high, panic-filled voice rings out.

"OhmyGODohmyGODohMYGOD" The gackle screamed as she stared down at her cell phone, dialing.

I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die.

"Where's Ms. Grem?!"

"Iono!"

"Hey, what's going on in here?" Thank God! Our alien science teacher, Mrs. 7, is at the door. She must have heard my yell. Or Gackle. Either way.

"Icebelle..." X's unfinished sentence was self-explanatory as is. I'm officially melting for the first time since I was three, water gushing from my skin like nobody's business and pooling around my feet in one big puddle of me. And all I can think is one thought: I'm going to die. My body is becoming smaller and smaller...

Mrs. 7 is lifting me up now {not too hard since I'm reduced to practically nothing}, and carrying me off, Gackle getting an ambulance, answering 911's questions in an unnecessarily loud manner. Curse you, heat! Curse you, sun! Curse this goddamned broken AC, and with all my life and being, CURSE YOU, SUMMER!!!!


*Icebelle Dicorian checked out of the Kittrell Monster Hospital on July 6th, a bit skinnier but still in good shape. She is now alive and happy, with plenty of friends, a boyfriend {guess who}, and one even bitter-er enemy {guess who}. Life in monster school sure is interesting.

LOL
I love this story, Bella!
It's funny and there is a little bit of suspense when she starts to melt.

LMAO I LOVED THIS SOOO MUCH.

IT'S NOT A PORN STORY?! THANK YOU.

LOL GET OUT OF HERE, NERO. D< THAT WAS A SHORT TIME FAD. NO LONGERR

That's what they all say before they turn into pornoholics.

A good observation there, Nero.