Killer Tree Frogs

Author: Ads
From: Crondall, United Kingdom
Age: 11
Date: 14th Oct 2000, 4:24 AM
Rating: 4
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Title: Killer Tree Frogs

Not again. I really can't handle all this attention. Walking into a new school is something I've done a billion times, but it still SCARES me. Everyone looks at you like you're a COMPLETE dork. I can't handle it. It's freaky.
Twenty-five heads turn as I sit down. I do my typical "Not interested" stare. It looks like this school will be a tough one. The students seem to be divided into people who have their hair-dyed purple and people who have a wardrobe the size of the Empire State building
I sit down in a tiny corner that looks like the only four people not completely involved in WWIII and look around. It's not a pretty sight. I turn my attention to the people in the corner.
There are two boys over by the wall, whispering excitedly about something probably very Pokémonish. The taller one seems to have found some incredible collectible Game Boy signed by the creator of Pokémon, Mr. somebody, and the short blonde one wants to buy it for Ł500. Where's he going to get that?
Next to me is a short, freckled but otherwise attractive girl looking at the sex pages in a Science textbook and another girl putting on nail polish. The teacher starts a maths lesson on things I learned at my old school and the classes attention is held for roughly two seconds before everyone starts glaring at each other again.
"Is this a school or a battleground?" I asked the girl beside me, now looking at rather graphic pictures of how sperms swim.
"Dunno," she replied, turning a page, "I thought it was both. Most people here aren't too violent here though. Its all still verbal fights and boy-like football bash-ups."
"Why are you reading that when you have such a great teacher to listen to?" I asked dryly. The teacher was desperately trying to teach the two times tables to a girl with her eyebrow pierced while the fashionable section of the class gave each other advice on eyeliner colours.
The girl looked at me and smiled. "I'm not going to learn much from her. You have to learn that in this school." She paused and looked over at the two boys.
"HEY, Harry!" the tall guy with the special Game boy looked up. "Yeah?" he asked he, looking at me.
"Do you want to have sex?" she asked with a mischievous smile that told me this was something she said all the time, and I had second thoughts about sitting with them. The boy- Harry- just turned away. The girl looked back at me.
"He's sexy, don't you think?" she asked me, completely unfazed by the way I was looking at her. I looked back at him, now talking to the other girl. He was definitely not sexy. If you squinted and turned your head, he was cute, but there is a difference between cuteness and sexiness and this was only cuteness, if even that.
The bell rang and the teacher told most of the purple haired section of the class to stay in.
"This means she's going to attempt to stop any fighting in the playground," said the second girl, presumably Kris. "We're lucky, we never have to stay in."
I followed them outside and enjoyed fresh air for a moment. "Hang on," Harry called out to Michelle, who had gone way ahead, "I need to do something." He took out a piece of paper with "Do not disturb- Teaching in progress" written on it and stuck it on the door. "Hopefully they'll get some sense into them this time," he told me. Sounds pretty good. I would NEVER dye my hair purple or green or even something less obvious. I try to say something but I can't speak to this guy. Maybe this is the sexiness Michelle was talking about. The guy does all the talking. I think that judging by the way that she's now gossiping intensely with Kris, it's a good thing to let someone else do the talking for once.
Mark 1 for this new school: the boy life is CRAP. Two boys are not a good selection, especially when you can't talk to one and one won't talk to you. Which brings me to the question: why does Melvin only talk to Harry?
Aliens. I've had enough experiences with alien boys on T.V. to know them. I'm so deep in thought I don't think I realise when I bang into the pole I've been headed for all along. And that gives me a very good view of the ground.
"What's that?" this hole seems to have opened up in the ground.
"It's a rubbish bin," Melvin says to me, and I'm surprised to hear him speak to me. Damn. There go all my theories.
Michelle obviously believes me more than the rest, because she bends down to look from my point of view. "It's a hole!" she confirms.
"How much time have we got?" I ask them, hoping for a good answer.
"About an hour, but nobody ever misses us anyway" Harry tells me and I feel that irresistible curiosity feeling tugging at my gut again. I crawl to the hole in case it disappears into a rubbish bin again.
"You're not SERIOUSLY going down there?" Melvin gives me a look.
"I am," I say, "And you're coming with me. I mean, which one of them is going to be so deep in thought about the fact their new friends are aliens…" I trail off awkwardly. Everyone looks at me and there is one of those weird meaningful silences that you can't break. Finally Michelle breaks out in hysterical giggles that there is no way to resist. Only Harry is keeping a dead straight face.
"Guys! Be serious! This girl has our secret identities and you're laughing?" He asks finally, still poker-faced.
"Its alright, she's probably been looking for her own kind for a long time!" Michelle tells him between giggles.
Finally we all calm down enough to go on. Apart from the occasional giggle from all the girls, we are silent as I slowly try to get down the hole. Suddenly my foot slips.
"YAEAEAEA" I scream, before realising my foot had touched solid ground. I feel my other foot down the wall and stand up. No one else seems to be coming, so I go on. About ten metres from the entrance I hear a thud, and suddenly Harry and Michelle are behind me, Harry holding an extremely powerful flashlight. I shield my eyes as it passes my face.
"It's from Melvin's bag," he tells me, explaining a lot.
"Why are you following me?" I ask them.
"Hey, what are alien friends for?" Harry shrugged, setting Michelle off in a set of giggles again.
I try to keep ahead, as I didn't really want another case of Male Speaking Syndrome, but Harry is determined. However, when he does catch up with me, it has to be me that start the conversation to avoid another silence.
"Is she always like this?" I ask, gesturing at the still hysterical Michelle a few steps behind us.
"Worse. I told her she had to be a good girl today, but you set her off."
Now that is just excellent. Why do boys like doing that? He's just GIVEN me MSS. One of those male things, I suppose.
Luckily there's not much need for conversation. The tunnel opens up into this huge cavern lit by what look like those fake candle things. They seem to be lit by balls of orange light, like mini suns. It takes me two point five seconds to realise we aren't alone.
"Velcome to the vealmssss of the Killer Tvee Fvogsssss" Says a voice, and I turn to face it. A huge, snakelike thing with arms and legs and all these horrible slimy little scales faces me and my guts take up residence in my foot.
As if on a cue these Froggy demon things start pouring into the cave. It takes me a second to see that, as if by a magical force, Kris and Melvin have also joined us. The reptile boy- that's the only way to describe it- points this stick with a shiny thing on the end at me. This bolt of light shoots out. I try to dodge it but it hits me full on and a spasm of electricity goes through me. Somehow I feel like I should be bashing up my friends now, but its only one of the many thoughts going around in my head.
Michelle lets out a giggle and that banishes the thought. My mind is suddenly clear and I only have one thought: Kill Frogs.
I go up to the nearest one and it shoots its tongue at me. The world goes into slow motion and I catch it with no problems whatsoever, tie it in a knot and wrap it around the frogs legs, immobilising it. I'm surprised with my own strength, but there's no time to wonder about anything- there are still Killer Tree Frogs to be Slain!
I slay so many I lose count then realise bigger problems. Reptile Boy has Harry and the rest of them are trapped in a circle of frogs.
"Sssstop sssslaying my Tvee Fvogssss," Reptile Boy hisses, "Or Zisss boy Getsss it"
Michelle looks upset, although she is still giggling on occasions. She turns to Melvin. "Make him get off!"
Melvin bravely stands up, opens his mouth, has second thoughts, tries to sit down only to be pushed back up by Michelle, and squeaks, "Get off!"
As you can imagine, it had no effect. In fact, one of the Killer Tree Frogs walks up and starts using his tongue as a whip, alternating between hitting Harry and attempting to hit Melvin. Michelle gives Melvin a stare that looks a lot like the Evil Eye. I half expect Melvin to explode or something. "What?" he asks Michelle after around 5 seconds of cold stare? I do something myself. Putting the world back in slow motion, I dodge all the Guards and kick the Tree Frog's arse. Literally. He lets go and I grab Harry's arm and yank him through the crowd of Killer Tree Frogs. Putting everything back in normal, I get to the others, let go of Harry's arm before I pulled it out of its socket and start fighting my way through to the exit, the others close behind me. It wasn't working. I put the world in slow motion again and kept all the Frogs away before they got anywhere near us. Finally we reached the exit area. I put the world right and ran with my friends, except I was suddenly a Marathon Sprinter and I had to go
gonisingly slowly to keep pace with them. All the time the Frogs were advancing. Finally we reached the exit. It was dark outside, and hard to see, but I seemed to have night vision so I helped the others out then got out myself. The frogs couldn't stop in time. Those who got into the dark froze immediately. The others slammed into the wall, splattering horrible marks everywhere. The ordeal was over.

It was two days later when all of us had thought it over enough to talk about it again. I took the longest, mainly because of the fact that physically I was now perfect. Any cuts or bruises I got had disappeared, and even my knee, which had been heavily scarred since a fall I had years ago, was now perfect in every way.
We were sitting in the only grassy area in the school, while everyone else had a smoking lesson. There were other kids around, who also didn't belong in either of the two groups. The neutral territory in WW III. We were sat next to a group from another year 6 class, so engrossed in playing some card game they weren't listening to us. Kris turned to me.
"So, are you a... you know... alien?" she asks, attempting to word the question in a manner that is least offending to me.
"No I am NOT an alien!" I reply.
"What happened?" That's an excellent question. That's something I'm still thinking over myself.
I shrug my shoulders and Kris seems to get the idea. Reptile Boy.
"Well, if we're going to start our lives on the run from Snake Dude-" begins Milton, "-Reptile Boy-" I interrupt
Another look from everyone is directed my way. "Don't ask me how I know, but I know," I told them, rather bemused by the thoughts of ME being an alien.
"Yeah, whoever," Milton begins again, and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, "we might as well start taking minutes off our life!"
"Give me one of them," I say to him, having a brainwave, and a good one at that. He hands me a lit one and I pull out my corrected English homework. I set it alight and watched it burn in my hands. When it is all shrivelled up I look at it. A Froggy shape looks up at me. I roll my eyes and wonder why everything I see becomes something frog related.
Everybody else is focusing on some more important thing. Michelle, on another "High", has just stuck a lighted cigarette down the pants of another boy sitting next to her. He shouts, turns around, sees Michelle grinning at him, swears and runs off.
So my life has never been anything near perfect, even less so now. But as long as Reptile Boy is alive, I think I have some sort of duty to protect what little sanity is left in the school. At least with people like this around, I don't have to take anything too seriously anymore, but it's now a long road to High School!


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