Manners

A haunting presence vibrated through the air while Madison walks into the cafeteria to get her lunch.

"I'm so hungry," Madison said as she got in line.

But the young girl was soon bumped out of the line and filled to the grand.

"Ow."

The Mexican girl who bumped into her snickered with a group of girls.

"What's wrong, Chan?" The girl said. Thought you were only clumsy on the cart.

"Back off, Catalina," Madison said as she picked herself if up.

"You think that lame comeback is good enough?"

"Why are you bothering me? We are on the same team." Madison asked.

"You cost us every damn game and it's making the rest of us look bad," Catalina said.

"I'm doing my best."

"Nobody cares. If you want to help, quit the team."

"No. I have every right to play just like you." Madison said as she walked away.

"Easy to say that when you are so cozy with the coach." Catalina taunted as the other girls giggled with her.

The comment got under her skin and fury boiled in her veins as she turned around to confront Catalina.

"You don't know what the hell you're talking about, Perez."

"Oh, look girls. The coach's pet is getting an attitude." Catalina said as the other girls shickered at the comment.

"Ladies, keep the line moving." Said a red-haired woman in a white apron.

"Yes, Ms. Perkins," Madison said as she walked away.

Feeling that her temper was spiraling out of control, Madison reached for her prescription and struggled to open the bottle.

But just as she opened the lid, Madison was pushed to the ground and her medication was spilled all over the floor.

"Opps," Catalina said with a sandcastle tone.

Madison picked herself up with anger clouding her timidity as she watched Catalina and her friends walk away while laughing at the embarrassed introvert.

"You dirty bitch." Madison uttered as her eyes glommed bright orange.

Seconds later, part of the reef caved in and piled on Catalina.

The rest of the students as well as the faculty were stunned by the bizarre incident as Madison looked on in terror.

"What just happened?" Madison said.

While the teachers rushed to dig Catalina out, Madison looked at her wrist which was pumping with orange energy in her veins.

"What's happening to me?"

The started girl quickly ran out of the cafeteria, fearing what strange transformation she was experiencing.

As Madison rushed out of the cafeteria, April G walks to her science class.

"I hate biology." April G said as she sat by her desk.

The students were involved with their usual horseplay as paper airplanes were thrown across the room.

"Room for one more?" Jerome said as he approached April G.

"Um sure."

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she inhaled Jerome's cologne as he sat next to her.

"How's your stomach by the way?"

"Think I got the stomach flu to be honest," Jerome said. "I'm sticking to a liquid diet this week."

"Oh."

"Don't worry. It's not contagious."

"That's fin." April G said.

While the two students chatted, a skinny, Indian man in a white lab coat walked in.

"Good afternoon, Class." The man said.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Marsh." The class said.

"Before we begin, I regret to inform you that your classmate, Roxy is still recovering in her dorm cannot join us."

Just as he said those words, cold gloves from many of the girls in class were centered on April G.

"Maybe we shouldn't sit together." April G said.

"Probably not." Jerome agreed as he stood up.

April G opened her textbook only to feel Jerome's hand covered hers and whispered in her ear.

"I'm sorry for what she put true through," Jerome said. "I'm going to see if I can get your necklace back."

"How did you…."

"Mr. Latimore. Please find your seat." Mr. Marsh said.

"Yes, Sir."

Jerome walked away as April G's chest suddenly pounded like a munching drum.

But shortly after he left, April G was hit from behind with an apple.

"Ow." April G said as she turned around to a group of Roxy's friends who whistled sarcastically.

"Something bothering you, Ms. Jones? The teacher asked.

"No, Sir."

"Good. Now pay attention, Class. This equation is a complicated one.

Mr. Marsh turned to the chalkboard to write his equation.

As this continued, the girls threw more apples at April G.

"Ow." April G said. "Back off, you bitches."

But the girls only mocked her suffering as they took turns throwing their garbage at the pink folic teenager.

Gritting her teeth, April G. stood up to leave her desk.

"I did not hear the bell, Ms. Jones." Said Mr. Marsh.

"But Mr. Marsh…"

"Please remain in your seat."

"But…." April G said.

The teacher folded his arms and scold her.

"Must I call the dean?" Mr. Marsh asked.

"No."

April G begrudged sat down as the girls giggled.

The biology teacher resumed his equation as the girls proceeded to torment April G.

"That's enough." April G said as she wrapped her arms around her head.

The relentless teenagers refused to cease pelting April G with their garbage despite her earlier plea.

April G's blood began to boil as her veins glowed pink.

"I said that's...enough."

With one lustrous yell, April G released a cloud of pink energy that engulfed the classroom.

When she noticed that she was no longer being hit with garbage, April G lifted her arms from her head and saw everyone staying still.

The girls who picked on here seemed to be frozen in time and their garbage was levitating in space. The rest of the class was frozen as well, except for April G.

"This is weird."

April G stood up to make sense of the world around her suddenly standing still.

She saw a half-eaten apple that was in the direction of where she was sitting.

She touched the apple with the tip of her finger only to watch the apple rapidly age.

"Aw" April G screamed before pulling her finger back as the apple fell to the ground.

"No no no."

April G stormed out the classroom, fearing what had just transpired.