The Forbidden Book

[Jess]

A warm, somewhat cloudy spring day in Osaka. The birds chirped in the air, and every now and then a car would pass by the school. But nothing too out of the ordinary was happening. The teen's sat at their desks, some taking notes, some goofing off, some staring off into space....

Which brings us to one of the girl's in this class. A girl from a distant, and now nearly gone country. Gosonika. A country plagued by a never ending civil war. All brought about over a simple...

"Book..."

Margerette quickly snapped out of her daze and back to reality as she heard the teacher start yelling at them. "How many times have I told you to bring your book Toshi! This is the last straw, detention this afternoon." He said, as the rest of the students shuffled in their seats and took out their math book's.

Math was definitely not her best subject. Numbers didn't come easily to her, in fact they scared her alot. She pulled out her notebook, which was basically a collection of scribbles that vaguely resembled numbers, and opened it to a fresh page. The teacher nodded to the class and began lecturing again. "Open up your books to page two-hundred and thrity-four." He said, taking out a peice of chalk and started jotted what looked like gibberish on the board.

Margerette opened her math text book to the page and sighed, taking out her pencil and drawing something on the fresh page in her notebook. It wasn't long before she had a strange picture drawn, and it certainly took her mind off of the teacher.

The picture was drawn very good, but it scared her. It was a woman, a very beautiful woman, with a bony claw for a hand, and a red jewel-like eye. She was wearing a long flowing red gown a feather boa, and a tipped fedora(wide-brimmed hat rich girls often wear.). Her face was quite excelent as well, big pouty lips, perfect features. But she was scowling...

The teacher paused for a moment, looking at all the studnets in the room, digilently doing their work, before continueing on with the lecture. Margerette continued to stare at her picture, and the room seemed to darken a bit.

"Huh?" She breathed, looking around quickly, before reutrning to the drawing of the woman. The people around her were all still mindlessly doing their work, but no longer seemed to be alive... there was...something amiss. As she looked back to the picture she gasped in terror and shock. The woman was now holding a severed head in her claw hand, and smiling widely. but no, that wasn't what scared her. What scared her was the fact that it wasn't just some random head...it was the head of her teacher.

She screamed in blind terror and jumped out of her seat, the room returning to color quite quickly. When she 'came to' all the students were in similar stances, some gasping some screaming and some crying.

For at the front fo the room...a now headless Teacher lay dead on the floor, the last numbers written on the board, jsut after his apparent death were. 647, the seven being elongated from when he fell and the chalk broke. Blood ran thick down the board, and the mans severed head was nowhere to be found, but...little Margerette knew were it was...

[god]

~The young boy of seventeen stare blankly at the now dead teacher lying on the floor with his cold blue eyes. His hands were clenched in fists and rested on the desk where he sat. He was a contrast in the front row of the room with his black T shirt and tan cargo pants. A silver Cingular cellphone was lying in his right pocket to to the side of his right knee. Small veins showd on his hands and arms. Veins they were, they showd no sign of blue. They were caused by his muscle. He was meduimly muscular of his age. His brown hair swayed a bit for the winow was open. It blew from his cold blue eyes, making them shine in the sunlight. A smirk spred across his smooth, fair skin. It was lightly tanned. he turned around to see a lone girl who wasn't screaming or running out of the room. He stood up, his fists still clenched, and walked over to the girl with a smile on his face. He bent down and placed his left hand down on the desk she was sitting at. His cold eyes staring into hers. He nodded.~

[Adela Joy]

Nalani was writing down the numbers and heard something different. She looked up nonchalantly and noticed immediatly that the numbers on the board ended and the last one trailed downwards. Her eyes followed the line, and she noticed the teacher lying on the floor. There was something wierd about him, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. When she realized that his head was missing, she then looked around for it. Nalani then noticed that the other members of her class were mostly screaming and crying or another form of distress. She didn't understand why, though. It's not like the teacher was dead or something.

"Oh, right." Nalani whispered. She then remembered that the teacher was headless, and she assumed that meant he was dead. As her eyes continued to look for the head, she noticed that there was a boy who was still calm. She didn't know his name, but the fact that he wasn't screaming, crying, gaspng, running, nor hiding under someone's desk, made her admire him. She slowly rose from her seat to look some more, and as she wandered over to one side of the room, a picture cought her eye. The picture showed a woman holding a head. That head just happened to resemble the teacher. Nalani had heard of such magic, and she now believed she was looking at it. She stopped, and stood, simply staring at the picture and wondered if she could get the head to put it back on the teacher.