Bad Kids Go to Hell Page #2

Veronica?

Oh, God. Not too much.

They're both uh

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

I probably talk to them more

than you talk to yours.

Yeah.

Right, um, yeah,

I don't think so.

Sure I do.

Ever been to a seance?

Uh. Okay. It looks like it is

about time for you to

drop a big deuce, Veronica

cause you're at maximum

capacity.

No, really, I talk with 'em

every day.

That's why I'm not f***ed-up

like everyone else at Crest-Pew.

Uh, that's weird.

And you're not funny.

All my parents do is work.

I can never see them.

You're lucky.

My mother's parental guidance

is completely Draconian.

Speaking of parental guidance,

it's a shame D-Day

has to waste his first day

of winter vacation

here at school, watching us.

I think I'll send him

home early.

While pondering your erroneous

ways, the six of you will write

a summary on the history of

Crestview Academy.

Which, after the holidays,

Headmaster Nash will have the

glorious pleasure of reading at a

dedication for this very library.

And now, I leave you.

And these finely crafted double

doors will remain locked

until I return for lunch,

another jaunt to the restroom,

and perhaps, a quick chat.

And when he returned, the

room was filled with blood.

Dun-dun-dun - dunnnn.

Joking. You know, 'cause of

the ghost and stuff?

Right then. I'll be off,

unless there's anything

else I'm forgetting?

What?

Nice shot "champ." Try doing

that in the game.

Don't look at me like that.

Stupid.

There's room for more. I'm sure

you're familiar with that phrase.

Uh..I don't have one.

Dr. Day, don't you know he's

the token welfare kid?

And do think of this entire

building as one very large

non-smoking section. It would be

a pity if we had to spend next

Saturday here because one of

you had a nic-fit.

Goodbye, Mr. Chips.

But, his name is Dr. Day.

And now it's Willie.

Willie Makeittotheshitter?

I don't get it.

She put eyedrops in -

D-Day's coffee.

Great, so who's gonna let us

out for lunch?

Or when you need to release

the Krakken?

Ohhh...

Well, now that D-Day is gone, I

think we should all get togeth-

Hold it! God damn it.

Alright. New kids?

Let's get one thing perfectly

clear. We're in detention.

Yeah, this is not a

"love-in." This is not a hippy

commune like that sad, filthy,

flaming turd known as

Megan, what's it called?

What's it called?

Uh... the Burning Man.

Burning Man. And this is not the

f***ing feel-good 80's movie of

the year, where for 7 hours, we

put aside our diffs and

through commiserating about

our mutually

dysfunctional family lives, or

how lonely or alienated

we each feel, we find some sort

of common ground, and end up

as BFFs. Okay? So let us

understand, there is no "us"

There is no "we." Because I

don't do "we." I just do "me."

Well then, I'm out like a boner

in sweatpants!

Carlos, you call my P-O, yet?

God Damn it, Carlos! Between

you, and the cast of

" Less Than Zero," I'm going

to snap, man!

Sh*t! Carlos? Look. You

gotta call my... uh...

Officer Lewis okay?

And tell him

You dropped something.

You may want to grab it or one of

these uber-sized roaches will eat it.

Looks official. Can I read it?

Uh...

I think I should start

on the assignment.

This library really is

haunted you know?

Right. I'll be careful.

If you came in here to jerk off,

I won't tell.

But you gotta let me watch.

C'mon, can't I get a

repeat performance?!

That's not how it happened!

Jeez, I was just kidding.

Prior to the eighteenth century,

the tribe inhabited much

of northern Texas.

During the Lipan's history,

they have engaged in extremely

violent battles with a number

of opposing forces

in attempt to maintain

their land.

Can I borrow a pen?

No. No you cannot.

The legends of the Lipan Apache

are pivotal to understanding

their spiritual connection

Ms. Gleason?

Yes, Matthew.

Can I go to the bathroom?

Make it quick please.

The legends of the Lipan Apache

are pivotal to understanding the

Veronica. Office, now!

Sh*t.

Thank you... Max.

The legends of the Lipan apache

are pivotal to

understanding their spiritual

connection to the land.

Due to the fact that the entire

tribe was nearly exterminated,

there is almost no ethnographic

or scientific information

about them.

You did that on purpose.

She deserved it. Okay?

She deserves a lot worse.

It used to be our parents' jobs

made them boring and mean.

But now, we're boring and mean.

I'm not boring. I'm bored. And

my parents are dead.

So are mine.

God. Stupid.

See? I told you! She's crazy!

turn it off.

Bring the dancing girl to my

office.

I'll deal with the pervert.

No. Uh. It's not

Don't touch me sticky boy!

My office!

It's just my zip My Office!

I will not have you skanking it

up in my classroom!

Get off that desk!

The remix is way better.

Word. Gotta love the YouTube.

Not as much as my father's

law firm. He's going

to make a mint suing them.

And whoever uploaded that video.

I know that everyone at

Crestview thinks I'm Arrogant

Smarter, than everyone else.

And I am. But when you

deal with as many haters as

I do, it taxes your nerves.

Interesting. Stress leads to

"Girls Gone Wild."

Look who's talking.

Look who's stripping.

Ooooh.

Practicing witchcraft might make

someone a freak but not a slut.

Right.

But I might be both.

Cool.

But you telling me, that you

get one little catty

note too many. It's a f***ing

joke!

Look. I'm telling all of you,

like I told Dr. Day,

like I told the school board,

I've been stressed!

And on the advice of a

really, really, really

expensive lawyer,

I've said all I can say.

I know, right? And she's the

f***ing nerd of this party.

And you're the f***ing freak

who says she talks to corpse.

Obviously. She's talking to you.

Aww... You two.

Metal and Goth come together

in the haunted library.

It's really sweet.

Don't patronize me, b*tch. My parents

are not on your mommy's pay roll.

And this place is haunted, and

everybody knows it.

It happened last year when

that old dude died.

My first year at Crestview, and

the school fucks over

this geriatric Indian, to take

his house.

Then demolishes it to

build, this.

Really? An Indian? You know

and "Indian" Indian?

Strange, but true, Scooby-Doo.

And ever since then, this entire

school has been cursed.

All that haunted library sh*t

is sh*t.

You afraid of ghosts, tough guy?

You know this cast is going to come

off one day, right, tough guy?

We could find out if this place is

cursed if you really wanted to.

How?

Yes.

Howwww?

Wow. Jesus f***ing christ.

The pictures are

familiar to the spirit.

Spread them on the table.

They look really angry.

I would be too. Since this guy,

General Andrew Winston Clark,

stole some land from an Apache

tribe, back in the 1870s.

Land that became Crestview.

Clark? Any kin to you?

No way. This guy led a whole

calvary into battle.

But he did steal the land and

kill a bunch of natives.

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