Get Free Copy

100 free copies left

This novel is limited to 100 free copies due to its part in Inkitt’s Novel Contest.

0
Free copy left
You can read our best books
CoffeeAndDonuts would love your feedback! Got a few minutes to write a review?
Write a Review

Death and all His Friends

By CoffeeAndDonuts All Rights Reserved ©

Mystery / Humor

Small noises drive me insane.

Maths = death.

At least that's what I thought as I sat in my stiff wooden chair and tried to focus on the worksheet. The numbers were blurring on the page which was not surprising. My mind had been wandering since the start of class.

I looked at the broken clock mounted to the wall, which I was sure had never worked to begin with. Either that or my maths classroom was in some sort of time bubble where it remained 5:23 am for all of eternity. But the chances of that happening were close to nil. Actually, the chances of anything even remotely interesting happening in this classroom were almost nonexistent.

The girl behind me was clicking her pen and with each incessant click, my scowl deepened.

The boy next to me was chewing his pen with extreme gusto, seemingly oblivious to the drool that was pooling on his book. The sight, as well as the fact that I could actually hear him chew, made me want to throw up my breakfast. And honestly, the last thing I needed was partially digested oatmeal all over my calculus.

What was even more irritating was the boy in front of me, who kept tapping his feet and pen in alternate patterns, trying to follow the music blasting from his cheap headphones. He was failing miserably I might add. The kid had no rhythm whatsoever.

But what really ticked me off that morning was the girl next to me. The curly haired brunette with perfect teeth and bad breath was texting under her desk. Ordinarily I wouldn't care, but today her inch long nails tapping against the keypad of her Blackberry was driving me inside. And every now and again she would utter a little giggle at whatever she was reading.

ClickClickClick.

ChewChewChew.

ThumpThumpThump.

TapTapGiggleTapTapTapGiggleTap.

My head sunk deeper into my arms which were resting against the desk. I was surrounded by the four most annoying people in the class. Why oh why did I come late?

ClickClickChewThumpTapTapGiggle.

I closed my eyes and prayed for the class to end.

ClickChewThumpTapGiggleGiggleGiggleGiggleGiggle.

The brunette couldn't help it any longer and burst into high pitched laughter.

My hands clenched the edge of my notebook as I tried to resist the urge to repeatedly beat the girl over the head.

Her laughter increased and for once I wished our maths teacher, Mrs. Koots, wasn't a senile, deaf old hag.

"Yo, could you shut up?" the boy in front of me turned and hissed at the brunette. "You're screwing with my beat, woman."

The girl behind me sniggered.

"What beat? You sound like a drunken baby hippopotamus stomping around in pain after an iguana ate its face."

"She's got a point." I muttered at my page.

The boy next to me started to laugh but ended up choking on the pen in his mouth.

"Hey!" Earphone Boy's face contorted into a look of disgust. "You wouldn’t recognize a good beat if it bit you in the ass!"

"Oh you think you're tough, you douche hat?"

"Well-"

"Ach! Aaaachhh!! Kah! Kah!"

It took us a few seconds to realise that the boy next to me was still choking and actually unable to breathe.

Then-

"Oh my God!" Texting Brunette screamed, jumping up from her seat. I jumped up too just as Earphone Boy pushed his chair back and Clicking Pen Girl leaped over her desk.

We crowded around Drooling Boy, who had gone pale, his eyes frantically looking back and forth between the four of us.

"Stand back! I know CPR!" Earphone Boy declared.

"He’s not  unconscious you idiot!" I yelled back.

"Hey! At least I'm trying!" Earphone Boy turned around so fast that his elbow came in contact with my face.

"Ouch!" I screamed at the instant, blossoming pain. I screwed up my eyes as something warm and salty ran down my lips.

My hands flew to my nose and came away wet and red.

"Oh my God!" Texting Brunette screamed again. Maybe I should have paid more attention and leaned their names because this was getting ridiculous.

By now poor, old Mrs Koots realised that something was happening at the back of her classroom but, cursed with extreme short sightedness and a tendency to loose her glasses, she could only yell at the class to stay calm as she made her way towards the commotion. It was hard for the old lady because the whole class had gathered around the four of us like we were celebrities or something.

"You're bleeding! You're bleeding!" The brunette kept screaming.

"Oh Jesus did I do that?" Earphone Boy exclaimed, looking at me in horror.

"Are you okay?" Clicking Pen Girl asked, her eyes wide. "Because that looks bad! Really bad! You douche hat, you broke her nose!"

I felt momentarily sorry for the poor kid who was still choking on his pen since I had stolen all the attention. My sympathy disappeared a moment later when a throaty cough forced the pen from the boy's oesophagus and straight into my face.

Squelch!

More blood poured out as the flying writing utensil smacked right into my bleeding nose.

"Ew." I grumbled, trying to stop the flow of blood with the sleeve of my uniform. Oh man, my mom was not going to like this at all. I only had three white shirts and one of them was still in the wash.

"Tegan, I think you should visit the nurse." Mrs Koots' airy voice said, the old lady having finally figured out what was going on.

I nodded, trying not to open my mouth lest I turn vampire and eat my own blood. Sick.

"I'll get one of your friends to take your things to your locker. Hurry along now dearest."

I left quickly, the crowd of people jumping back as I walked past. Geez, it's not as if I had leprosy. It was disgusting though, the blood dripping all over my hands.

Out of the crowded, stuffy classroom, I turned left and headed to the girls' bathroom. To be honest, I didn't really need medical attention. A little blood isn't something to worry about. My nose felt fine and had practically stopped bleeding. The blood just made it look like I had been stabbed in the face. No biggie.

I was more worried about the state of my uniform and how awkward it would be walking home with blood splattered all over my white shirt and navy school vest. But on the bright side, at least this way no pedophiles were likely to stop their car next to me and ask me to get in. Yes, there's always silver lining. That's me, Tegan Michaels; optimist.

With one hand, I pushed open the wooden door and stepped into the deserted, blinding, white tiled room. The one good thing about Kensington High was the immaculate hygiene and cleanliness of the school.

Like the good, model student I was, I took a moment to bask in the fluorescent white lights and bleach smell that made me proud to be a part of such a school. Alright not really. Truthfully, I was feeling guilty that I was about to dirty the place up with my nose blood. The poor cleaners.

Trying to put my conscience to rest, I rushed over to the nearest sink and inspected my appearance.

I jumped in fright.

Yeesh, no wonder everyone was freaking out. I looked like a zombie from one of the Dawn of the Dead movies.

My normally pale face was completely covered in blood, as well as the sleeves of my once white shirt. For some odd reason, the blood was in my hair as well, the auburn strands sticking up in weird places. That. Was. Disgusting.

The only normality of my appearance were my eyes, the reflected dull brown orbs staring blankly back at me.

With a grin, I rolled my eyes back, stuck out my tongue and swayed back and forth in jerky movements, enjoying how creepy I looked. At this rate, I could be an extra in the next blockbuster horror movie. Maybe I should take a picture of myself and stick in my sister's room to scarify her.

After a few impromptu moves from Thriller, I decided that it was time to wash away the blood.

I turned the tap on and grimaced as I splashed my face. The water was so cold that for a second, I felt as if it had stung me. Nevertheless it was refreshing and I instantly felt rejuvenated.

Tegan Michaels, ready to take on the world once again!

Thump!

What the flip was that?

I looked back up at the mirror with a frown. My scowl deepened when I saw something small fall from the ceiling just behind me.

I turned around, my heart thumping uncomfortably. There appeared to be a spot on the ground. On closer inspection, I realised that it was a small pool of black liquid.

I looked up, squealing as more black liquid stuff fell onto my face. I wiped it away hastily, choking as I looked at my fingers.

The liquid wasn't black, it was red; a very, very dark red.

Blood was leaking from the ceiling. The ceiling. What. The. Flip?

I stood rooted to the spot, unable to move.

What was going on? Why was there blood coming from the ceiling?

I swallowed hard, then looked up. There was a bulge where the blood was seeping through the gap in the tiles.

I couldn't breathe. Was there a body up there? Before I could scream, I heard a creaking noise and jumped away as the ceiling suddenly gave way in a flurry of dust, timber and brick.

This time I did scream as heavy debris smacked to the ground. I threw myself into one of the bathroom stalls, locking the door and sitting on the floor with my hands over my mouth.

BreatheBreatheBreatheBreathe.

What the hell was that? Did the ceiling fall in? What do I do?

I stood up, my hands shaking uncontrollably.

And then my heart stopped as I heard ragged breathing from somewhere in the bathroom.

Oh my God! The thing that fell through the roof is still alive!

Continue Reading Next Chapter
Further Recommendations

mindushree1402: It was really amazing.... I was not able to put it down..... just beyond awesome... no wonder writers do play with words... amazing storyline.... addictive too... I was so used to it that even when I'm not reading it story was continously streaming in my mind.... good job... I really liked that f...

Marimar Amieva: Although I found the vampire thing a bit too much, I couldn't stop reading it. The story had a bit of everything: mystery, romance, a huge plot twist and relatable characters. I congratulate the author for this story and hope to read more of whatever he writes.

Destiny Lee: This is amazing. It's totally realistic - cool girls have flaws, too, okay?? Totally awkward girl picks up her mom's old bass from her garage, messes around, and realizes, hey, maybe I can move on after all. She has moments where everything's hopeless for her, after all, an alcoholic dad and a fl...

hridhyaraj: I am only able to read till the bonus chapter of boyband...please someone tell me what happens after that.... I can't wait to know what happens next. does aqueela and jt get back together? what about Troy? I feel pity for the guy...and where does Emma and Xavier move to? I'm just flooded with ...

Ruby0h: Overall I thought your story was really good! It drew me in right away and kept me interested as the story progressed. I loved the character of Kayla being inserted into this story, and the way she affected and shaped the life of the original story into something totally new and interesting. I lo...

Krupa Kataria: the detailing is really awesome ....the characters, ur plots jst too Awsm ,m waiting for the further chapters please do complete it ...like m really craving for those ones ...great job with words too ..please complete the further parts ...

Katy Rayne: i really enjoyed this book. i have to say i didn't know what to expect, but with every chapter that came something crucial to keep you reading happened. I was disappointed with the ending if this is for another book i will defiantly carry on reading the next book.

Jasmine Chow: As I read this story, I was reminded some what of Terry Pratchett, especially some descriptions of politics and economics. The sci-fic setting is quite intriguing. Writing style is quite lovely and grew on me slowly. I was also slightly reminded of Mark Twain, especially his book A Connecticut Ya...

Deleted User: (A review in progress). I like this. It's sparse, gritty and atmospheric - reminiscent of the classic Golden Age of American detective fiction of the Thirties. I've only read the beginning, but I'll definitely be back. This writer knows their stuff and has done their homework on detective work. T...

More Recommendations

Lydia Walters: I really enjoyed this novel. It gives us a view of what could be if we really tried.Also that there's nothing wrong with loving our LORD and our fellow humans. couldn't wait to get to each new chapter (mission). Thanks, Joe!

smile4me: Exciting page turner. I was barely able to put it down to go to bed. I can usually figure out the twists before they are revealed but not this time! Such a thrill to be surprised. I can hardly wait for the follow up!!

Tavis Ryan King: "What Happened to Charlie Carmine" is a fabulous mo-gee-toe cocktail fuelled midget orgy of psychology, fantasy and sarcasm. I laughed out loud when reading this novel so many times it made the London commuters I shared space with look at me with curious disdain - and I did not care.The protagoni...

BFIrving: A first rate story and well crafted, the blend of horror and action worked very well indeed and had me turning page after page. When not actually reading it, I found myself thinking about it which is always a good sign.There are quite a few grammatical and spell-checker errors but nothing anothe...

Spring: I normally don't read fiction novels, but I absolutely enjoyed reading Silent Shadows! The style is quite different from the previous fiction novels I've attempted to read. Great job!

About Us:

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered book publisher, offering an online community for talented authors and book lovers. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books you love the most based on crowd wisdom.