I can’t believe I’m being blocked at the door to Mrs. Jeffreys’s class. Everyone else is in there already, and these two have to hang out at the door and talk!? “Move out of the way, skank, I need to get in here!” I said as I shoved Karyn forward. Jon seemed to get mad at this, so I just turned and glowered in his direction. “That’s what I thought!” I turned away while scratching my throat and sat next to my hottie.
I saw Jay Duncan in passing on the way, talking with Yuki Meshida. "Hi Yu...ki," Jay said bashfully with cracked voice, while rubbing at his eyes. "I've had fee...lings for y...ou all of last y...ear!" Yuki smiled, scratching at her pretty throat while reaching out for Jay's free hand.
My eyes went out of focus and I almost lost my balance, but then just as suddenly I could see fine again. Talk about weird. “I don’t blame you at all for what you did there, babe,” Sarah told me. “People like that need to realize— Oh shit, what’s this? I’m bur...ning all o...ver!” Huh, is she having hot flashes? I thought.
“Okay, class, as some of you may already know,” Mrs. Jeffreys said with a quick glance in my direction, “I am Mrs. Jeffreys, and this is geometry. This quarter, we will—” she paused.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sarah lightly scream in terror as she started rubbing her eyes and scratching all over. Wow, she’s even scratching at her breasts and groin... Does she realize what she’s doing!? Well, it seems I wasn’t the only one who noticed her. “Ms. McMillan, you will kindly refrain from such obscene gestures in my class.”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Jeff...reys, but this is kill...ing—” Huh, did I hear her voice just crack? Nah, can’t be. She screamed very loudly this time as she suddenly hunched over her desk, arms clutching around her abdomen, groaning in pain, while also continuing to vigorously scratch around at her body. I also heard other people vocally reacting to bad itching. Huh, something in the air maybe? I wondered.
“Oh,” she said. “I’m sorry, do you need to go see the nurse then?” She said as she tried to come forward and touch Sarah’s shoulder in a sympathetic manner. However, at that exact moment, Sarah shifted in pain trying to reach her crotch, and her breast brushed the teacher’s hand.
“Stop!” she cried out. “Please don’t touch me!” she screamed, tears welling in her eyes. Mrs. Jeffreys promptly moved her hand back and moved away, not sure what to do. Probably not much you can do at this point, but wait and hope she’s ok. Seems like she’s forgotten to try to teach the class in all the chaos?
I hardly knew what to think, hearing that, especially because Sarah...had never screamed out like that before. I couldn’t think about it further though, because my scalp right then started burning like fire, and I too felt an intense sudden nausea in my stomach. My mind was quickly on other things. No matter how hard I scratched, it just wouldn’t go away! Well, at least it’s only that spot— I thought as I then scratched at my chest, and hard.
This seemed to go on for a little while, and by now most of the class was rubbing at their eyes or scratching at their chests or throats. Hey, why do I seem to have itching in more places than they do? It’s hardly fair! Don’t I deserve to have things nicer than— Just then I felt an intense wave of nausea come over me. “Holy shit!” I said as quietly as I could, clutching my stomach. “And I thought the itching was bad!” Well, at least it can’t get any worse, right?
I couldn’t have been more wrong. Suddenly my eyes went out of focus again. Okay, so I’ll just wait and— Sarah cries out next to me. I glance in her direction and try to squint my eyes, but it doesn’t help, so I lean in. She’s… clawing at her eyes? What is she pulling out? This is really disconcerting, I can only see things close up! Why isn’t my sight coming back!? “Hey, cute eyes!” said this girl next to me. Cute eyes? What does she even mean!?
I didn’t have long to think though, because another wave of intense itching hit me, but this time in three different places at once! I shrieked as my hands flew around at my scalp, groin and throat, but every time I moved my hand away from somewhere, it just came right back with fury! I could hear groaning from other students around me in their seemingly ever continuing ablutions… Just what is going on? This had to be one of the weirdest experiences I’ve ever encountered.
Well, despite all this going on in the class and Sarah’s continual shrieks, the teacher seemed to have finally remembered why she’s here. She walked back to her desk and addressed the class. “I don’t know what’s going on but I do have responsibilities to attend to, since you don’t seem like you’re able to go anywhere. This is the syllabus for this coming school year.” The same noise just continued from the students, so I doubt anyone heard her. I couldn’t concentrate either since the nausea and itching just continued without end. Please, for Pete’s sake, just give me some peace! I thought.
Well, it seems I got my wish, because right then my nausea went away. I heard Sarah straighten up in her seat next to me… Did it just end for both of us at the same time? Wow, that’s convenient! Why, right now I feel kind of... good? The relief washed over me as I started frantically scratching at my chest and groin! My eyes teared up, will this ever end!? I can’t see… These parts I’m having to scratch, I’m sure they’ll be smarting soon.
Mrs. Jeffreys passed out the papers with the syllabus while continuing to talk about the course guidelines. What does she think she’s fooling? I thought. No one’s able to pay her a bit of attention! Why, they even seem to be— Suddenly it felt like the wind was knocked out of me as a huge cramp hit me in my stomach. Why there!? Holy crap it hurts! Some tears were coming down my face now. Seemingly in the back of my mind I heard someone saying something about me, but they seemed a mile away. I didn’t care. I felt my life flashing before my eyes.
Please, cramp, just go away! I can’t take this anymore! You know what they say, be careful what you wish for? Well… the cramp barely went away for even a minute before all of a sudden, it felt like I was hit hard in the gut by a mack truck! I felt something soaking my pants and running down my leg, and I must have made a sudden loud noise because all the class chatter stopped around me. The shock of whatever liquid it was had sent me flying off my chair too. I landed on the floor and winced in pain, but something else was happening too! It felt like my body was peeling in huge watery chunks that fell. I felt my body seem to push up from the floor, making it feel like I was now sitting on a pillow. I also felt mysteriously much lighter! Very odd feeling. Where did the rest of my weight go!?
Okay, come on, Biff, time to get off the floor, stop making a fool of yourself, I thought to myself. I got up, carefully, and tried to get back in my seat. But I felt a hand gently stop me. Looking up I saw Mrs Jeffreys with a concerned look on her face, and something in her hands. She was wiping up my chair? What is it that happened? While she did this, I noticed that my hands seemed to be wet with the liquid too, maybe I’d accidentally touched my legs or something. Curious, I lifted them to my nose and sniffed. Wow, blood? What the heck is this!?
Well, Mrs. Jeffreys seemed to be saying something, but I couldn’t make it out. She seemed to see the confusion on my face so she indicated with her hands. Oh, she’s done wiping. I carefully lowered myself back into the chair when all of a sudden, it felt like someone was pounding my sides in with a sledgehammer! The chair swerved left and right from the blows and I was gasping for air. I couldn’t hold back either, tears were coming even more than before, then sound rushed back into my ears. I suppose that was the shock of it all. “Wow, babe, you screamed, and you sounded just like me when you did,” said Sarah. I leaned in to see her face and noticed she seemed shocked. I don’t blame her for that.
And then I heard… Wait. People are laughing at me? How dare they... That’s so mean! Okay, I just can’t take any more of this. Tears came even harder, streaming down my cheeks—yeah, I was blubbering, so sue me! I rushed forward as fast as I could, stepping on others’ toes and bashing my knee into a desk, then turned where I remembered the door to be. I heard Sarah getting ridiculed too, but why her? She tried to get up to follow me, but I heard the sound of cloth ripping. I quickly leaned down to help her and noticed her skirt was ripped at the seams, making it appear bigger and jagged, causing people to laugh at her hard. I helped her up while she pulled at her skirt, clutching it close to her body as we left the classroom. Maybe it was some strange sort of feeling... I could tell this was affecting her greatly, though I never heard her cry.
