Bloody Homecoming Page #3

after school, okay?

How about we all check on her?

We can have a pre-party,

ration out her mom's stash

of hooch and happy pills?

That's not a bad idea.

I mean, I wouldn't mind

seeing Annie myself.

I haven't been the best

about checking in on her.

I mean,

I don't want to overwhelm her,

but a little reunion

might lift her spirits.

- You think?

- It's worth a try.

- I'm in.

- Me too.

All right.

After class, then.

Done deal.

Go ahead.

I'm gonna go to the ladies'.

- I'll see you in class.

- All right. See you soon.

Come on, Annie. Pick up.

Hey, it's Annie.

Leave a message.

Jesus, Fred!

Damn trash all over the floor.

Sorry.

Cleaning around here

sucks sometimes, huh?

Yeah, you sure know

about that... sucking.

Wake up, Mr. Mathis.

We stopped giving naps

after kindergarten.

I'd hate to see

you miss graduation... Again.

You're late, Loren.

Sorry, Mrs. Patterson.

I'm sure you are.

Everyone, open to page 32

of aphra behn's "oroonoko"

for discussion.

Hey.

I think I know who put

those letters in the lockers.

Who?

Really?

I know he did.

He's still pissed at us

about Billy.

Karl told me.

But how would

he have gotten into our lockers?

I don't know.

But he gets to school early

for extra football practice,

so he has time to do it.

It makes sense.

That slimy little...

little what, Jaclyn?

Uh... Um,

nothing, Mrs. Patterson.

Making reference

to the lilliputians, are we?

Um, no, Mrs. Patterson.

Perhaps

you'd like to give your thoughts

on the narrative position

of "oroonoko"?

Oh, uh, the narrator

inherits her stature

from her ancestors

without choice.

Behn doesn't want to

discriminate against oroonoko,

because she knows he's her

equal, even though he's a slave.

Behn has to stay in her place

to keep the status quo.

Well put, Loren.

Now, can anyone think

of modern-day parallels

to this view?

Well, high school is one

with a plethora of viewpoints

from ethnicity, to gender,

to something as intimate

as who we fall in love with.

In "oroonoko," behn unveils

that it is within our nature

to set boundaries on ourselves,

because they ultimately

help us survive.

- Yo.

- Any word from Annie?

Mnh-mnh.

So why did you look so

spooked when you got to class?

Oh, nothing.

Fred startled me.

Ew.

That pervy janitor.

Custodial engineer.

Wait.

Did he touch you?

No, Steve.

He just startled me.

Steve, don't be a hater.

Fred's a goody-goody.

Wait.

What do you mean?

Apparently,

he's a volunteer firefighter

on the weekends.

I saw his getup

in the custodian closet.

What were you doing

in the custodian closet?

Oh, I was

doing... Robby... In there...

While you dweebs

were hall-decorating.

Uh, gross.

Thanks for that image.

Loren,

have you heard from Annie?

She's been absent from class

the last couple of days.

I- I haven't heard from her.

We were actually just

about to check on her, Mrs. "p. "

Oh, well, I...

well, I hope she's okay.

Um, see you

at the dance tonight?

Okay.

Derrick, your book report.

Worst... Class... Ever.

You guys

did a great job last week

on our "go, cats, go!" Cheer,

so we're gonna save that

for after half time,

and we're gonna open the game

with our uca competition dance.

So everybody please

make sure you stretch before...

Cheryl, are you listening?

Competition dance.

Stretch.

Anything else, Captain bore?

Fine. We'll meet

on the fields at 6:30 sharp.

Go, wildcats!

Hey.

Watch out for him, Cheryl.

He's bad news.

Don't be jealous...

Just 'cause

you couldn't keep him.

Keep him?

I dumped him after two months.

He was such a jerk.

Well, isn't that the pot

calling the kettle back?

It's black, Darcy.

It's calling the kettle black.

Um, that's racist.

Shut up.

May I have

a word with you, Cassie?

Sure.

Is this about the letters?

Did you find out who did it?

Actually, no.

This is about the dance tonight.

I was hoping that you might

come by my office later

so that we might be able

to discuss your crowning.

What?

I made queen?!

Shh.

Principal Patterson,

I don't think anyone's supposed

to know the homecoming queen

until the dance.

Come on, Cassie.

Both you and I know

you're a shoo-in for queen.

And I was thinking

it would be nice

if we could, uh,

prearrange the...

The coronation of this year's

queen properly, you know...

back in my office?

Oh, um,

principal Patterson, I'm sorry.

It's just I already have plans

after school,

but I am so excited.

And thank you so much.

I won't tell anybody.

Oh, look.

There's my ride.

I got to run.

See you at the game.

Ugh.

Ugh.

Patterson is a major perv.

I think he just hit on me.

- Serious?

- Shut up.

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

I want you to do something fun

with my hair

that will look good

under a tiara.

Oh. So sure

we're winning the crown, are we?

Hello?

I'm a total shoo-in.

Hey, guys.

Are we all ready?

Yes.

And I know where her dad

keeps enough whiskey

to put down an elephant.

See?

This is gonna be fun.

Yeah, it'll be fun.

Sheriff Corbin.

Yes?

And what brings you by?

Cut the crap,

Patterson. I'm here on business.

My deputy got wind

that some of the students

got some death threats

in their lockers.

Your deputy?

Yeah.

Karl clements.

Jaclyn's boyfriend.

She and a few of her friends

found these.

These friends...

Are they the same kids

that killed my boy?

Don't you think that's something

I ought to know about?

Sheriff...

Billy was a hell of a kid

and probably would have been

the best damn quarterback

this town has seen in 15 years.

We were all broken up about it.

And if I could have expelled

those students permanently,

I would have.

Look, Patterson,

I don't want to hear

about your failed-ass attempts.

Those kids

are the reason my wife

has spent the last three years

in the nuthouse.

She barely eats, sleeps,

or says two words.

I feel for you, sheriff.

I'm not sure

what it is you want me to do.

I don't want you to do anything.

But I want something I can use

to take action

against those kids.

Well, those kids

didn't just simply plant

those notes in their lockers

themselves,

and I can't go around

accusing my students

without some sort of...

well, that's fine.

You just sit here in your cozy

little office and play innocent.

But if you're not gonna do

anything about them, I will.

Man, you guys.

We don't want to scare

the royal poop out of her.

- Shut up, Robby.

- Maybe she's not home.

Oh, she's home.

She may be on cloud Xanax,

but she's home.

We may have to find

another liquor stash to loot.

Nah.

Maybe the back's open.

Anyone inside there?

Nada.

Wade, what are you doing?

What's the big deal?

It's open already.

- Hey, Annie!

- Sweet!

Everyone's here!

Get your lovely lady lumps

down here

so we can have a drink!

I don't think Annie's here.

Hey, guys.

What are you guys doing?

The good stuff's in the garage.

Hey.

She skipped for a reason.

Maybe she just wants

to be left alone.

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