#highschool gothic

[neurotypical-karen]

Before quarantine there was this one bathroom stall at my school that kept on getting progressively more frantic “Out of Order” signs taped to it, until one day I finally walked in to find all of the signs gone, and instead the stall has been completely and cleanly covered in duct tape with a large “CLOSED” notice pasted on the front. I still think about this sometimes. Keter class SCP.

[thepeanutgalleryarchived]

Highschool Gothic

All the students only ever hang out in one spot. No one says why.

Your alarm goes at 7:15, you look back at the clock and it reads 6:59. You roll over and go back to sleep for 20 minutes. Your alarm doesn’t go off.

You know your class blocks are 60 minutes long. Yet why does 60 minutes never seem like it’s the same amount of time?

You get homework, and start on it at 4, you work for 10 minutes and look up. The clock reads 9 o’clock.

You avoid the bathrooms. They are dangerous. You’ve heard there is a monster in the first floor bathroom, but no one is brave enough to check.

You used to mark time in hours. You don’t know when you stopped caring about what time it was. The bell rings and you get up to go to your next class. The bell is all that matters.

You raise your hand to get help from the teacher. They don’t come over. They never come over. The bell rings and you’re still sitting there waiting for help.

You hand in an essay and when you get it back you don’t recognize what’s been written, but somehow you got 100%.

You’re assigned locker 400. There is no fourth floor. There is no locker 400.

The last bell of the week rings and you finally get to escape the school. You look around and no one else is coming outside. You check the time. 9:05 am, Monday. There is no weekend, and you are late to your first class.

The school is freezing. You ask to get a sweater. The teacher says no, and continues teaching. You pretend not to notice as students begin dropping dead, frozen to death.

You learn another equation. You perfect it. The next day you are taught the same equation and it’s completely different. You perfect that one. You’re not sure what versions are correct anymore.

You’re told in gym class that today is the pacer test/beep test. You start running. Hit the line, pivot. Hit the line, pivot. Hit the line, pivot. Hit the line-.

It’s fitness testing day. People start dropping dead. You are glad you are strong enough to survive this.

The librarians have surprisingly sharp teeth. You don’t remember them being that sharp. It doesn’t matter. You only need to use the library quickly. The last person that had decided to sit and read disappeared.

The posters advertise a school dance. 40 people come. You wonder why you came. You’ll all probably die.

Someone else loses their phone. You worry for them. It’s their only attachment to the outside world.

The line to get your class changes reaches down the hallway. Reaches around the school. Reaches outside the doors. Reaches through time. There was never that many students who attended this school.

[birsntrees]

Hallways

breath

pitter patter

Soft soles walk through the empty hallways Lockers filled with history and footprints Snickering and gasps from ghosts in the corner

pitter patter

A gaze that could stare straight into god’s void Coffee ridden breath, posion Worn eyes hanging from the sockets

pitter patter

Stop And shed the breath

release

[haunted-soull]

All high schools are fake yesterday I used my AP Lang grammar practice to make a John Mulaney reference

[malatruse]

highschool gothic

that S symbol kids would always be drawing in notebooks and on blackboards, seriously what was up with that