NOTICE: The new chapters of Fungi High will involve various crude humor, drug references, mild sexual situations, and some language. I thought if I took these out, it would take away from the whole climate of the new Fungi High.
This is part two of Ted's Sophomore year. You are entered a deeper and darker tale of Ted. He has changed very much, probably for the worse, but the way I see it, this will make you root for him to change back to a cheery, normal goody-two-shoes. This first chapter doesn't involve many of the usual characters, it just deals with Ted's changes. Please enjoy.
Chapter One: Changed
A vast majority of the students used study hall to their advantage, burning their pencils away on homework, essays, worksheets, and the occasional report. Fungi High School was known for its hard workers, and high grades. These teenagers, who wrote until their fingers were numb, sat mostly to the front of the classroom. These were the geniuses, nerds, the dorks, the geeks, the stressed kids whose parents would flip without a perfect GPA, or the normies who simply just wanted a decent report card.
In the middle of the study hall room, there was a cluster of another breed. It was a flock of confident preps, jocks, and other popular boys and girls who had faces of pleasant symmetry and bodies of perfection. They were usually found throwing various objects at the students in the front of the classroom, text messaging on nice cell phones, discussing sports events, or listening to their favorite rap or country groups. Most wondered how these airheads got decent grades; probably rich parents bribing the teachers.
Study hall wasn?t just for grade "A" students and preps. towards the back of the classroom sat the students who weren?t working on their homework; the ones who mostly didn?t care about the institution known as high school. It was a mixed nut variety of rebels, stoners, outcasts, rejects, goths, punks, scene kids, and flat-out jokes.
One depressed young man from the back of the room, was slumped over his desk. His shaggy brown hair hung over his eyes, which were red and glossy from drug experimentation. He wore an old tattered Smashing Pumpkins tee shirt, and a gray flannel shirt, that hung over his callused fingers. They were bloody and batched from the hours and hours he spent on his guitar. His studded belt held up his baggy, ripped up blue jeans, which hung over two black converses.
"Ted," shouted the overweight teacher from the front of the room, "this isn't naptime!"
"Go to hell, I'm not sleeping."
"If I'm going to hell, then you?re going to the office" the teacher screeched.
Ted chuckled and stood up from his slumped position on the desk. He exchanged looks with Thrasher, who was on the other side of the room. Thrasher gave him the "rock on" hand gesture as he coolly slid out of the room.
He walked through the empty halls. Yes, he knew that he was a changed man. Earlier this year, he was a good little boy, but he had been morphed by personal experience; very bad personal experiences. He passed Lou E. G. Simpson in the hall. Lou looked away sadly. He couldn?t accept the new, more anarchistic Ted, who fed on rebellion. Ted rolled his eyes and moved on, he was who he wanted to be, and he had reason to be so abnormal. It was very bad personal experiences.
Ted didn?t go to the office, he just went off and spent a little while outside, throwing rocks at various cars that would pass by the school. It was better than a lecture from Principal Deezer. He was going to skip the next period anyway, so the way he saw it, this just added more free time for him.
After a few more minutes of jolly rock-throwing, he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Lou. Ted raised an eyebrow. This kid hadn't talked to him for a long time.
"What made you change?"
