With a Bang

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It was a typical Tuesday, mostly.

Submitted: December 31, 2011

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It was your typical Tuesday morning; my classmates and I babbled to one another as we entered Mrs. Anderson’s room and settled into our seats. I sat down just as the bell rang, being quiet in the right corner in the back while the jocks and cheerleaders continued their conversations. I didn’t pay attention to any of it, but I caught something about a party after the basketball game on Friday. Like I said, it was your typical Tuesday.

Mrs. Anderson, a middle-aged woman with more gray hair than her natural brown, began her lesson about the Gold Rush, writing some dates on the chalkboard. I glanced around and noticed there was an empty seat in the corner opposite me; Ben usually sat there. We were kinda friends, but not close. I only knew him through his cousin Randy, who was my best friend. Not five minutes after I noted his absence, the door opened and in he walked. He shuffled to the only remaining desk.

“How nice of you to join us, Ben,” Mrs. Anderson chimed in her seemingly pleasant yet sarcastic voice. He didn’t reply, keeping his head down.

Other than our History teacher going on about today’s subject, the room was quiet. Halfway through the lesson, a soft and muffled beat filled the air. We all followed the sound to its source: Ben.

“What are you doing, Ben?” Mrs. Anderson asked as she approached.

“Listenin to music.”

“And what are you listening to?”

“’Bang Pow Boom’ by ICP,” Ben answered, his low and grainy voice sending an unnatural chill down my spine.

“Turn it off and give me the device,” she ordered. He nodded and took out the earphones hidden under his long and greasy hair. After digging into his pocket, he handed over the iPod. Mrs. Anderson tossed it into one of the drawers of her desk and then continued with the lecture.

Seconds later, Ben rose from his seat and reached for something behind him as he yelled, “With a bang!”

I can’t remember if I jumped or fell out of my seat, but all I know is that not even a second after Ben’s outburst, I cowered under my seat with my eyes clenched shut and my hands held tightly over my ears. Everyone’s screams were muffled as they ran out of the room. I didn’t have the stomach to even glance at Ben’s body until I followed my classmates a minute later.


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